They serve beer here too! Which is what I do half the time I come here. The clientele are typically neighborhood people, young hippie kids, or old leftovers from the 60’s or 90’s. That is very refreshing in a town that is overrun by yuppie coffee joints that cater to Los Angelino transplants that make 150k a year. This place is what San Francisco was 15 years ago. What keeps me coming back? They do it right. They buy from an old San Francisco roasting company, that was roasting coffee and making espressos well before the coffee revolution in the 90’s, that is what originally brought me to this place. ![]() Might not be perfect if you’re in a rush but perfect if you’re taking time to smell the roses. Grab a book and sit in the patio wile drinking beer and smoking cigarettes! This place is super chill. 5 stars… friendly enough though Zahra was not there TOTAL - 4 stars… groovy global vibe COFFEE - 4 stars… refreshing richness… though the macaroon was a bit stale AMBIANCE - 4 stars… Woodstock revived SERVICE - 3. It’s a place to chill for a spell like the two musicians shooting the breeze next to me, especially when your moon is in the seventh house. To accompany my libation, I had a rather large and chewy $ 3 coconut macaroon dipped in chocolate (photo: ). I was probably too late for that, but it was refreshing especially out in the back patio where I was admiring an impressive mural of what looked to be a break during an old Michael Jackson video or at least a third world conference on a beach (photo: ). 50 Iced Latte hoping to get the coffee ice cubes shaped like revolvers (photo: ). I needed something to calm down from the literal fire in my belly, so I ordered the $ 2. I came here after an exceedingly large bowl of seafood udon at Stone Bowl across the street. Not so coincidentally, the people match the décor with pork-pie hats and Ganesh-inspired caftans more prevalent here than any other spot in the city. This café is furnished with what appears to be cast-offs from thrift shops and Salvation Army outlets with sofas that look well worn from ample derrieres quoting Allen Ginsburg and William S. It’s just enough to make this the cure-all antidote for any anger you may have gathered toward Starbucks, Peet’s or even Blue Bottle, any place that has packaged and pitched their coffee and sustenance at a more suburban, Crate & Barrel-shopping level. Just what kind of history, I couldn’t tell you, but owner Zahra Saleh keeps things hippy-dippy friendly here. In sum– It’s a fine place to get a coffee or hang out but isn’t everyone’s pot of tea. On Fridays they host open mic! Didn’t stay to watch but they were setting up right before I left. The lady who was working there was energetic, very friendly, and seems like a great person. The place had a bit of a gritty hostel feel to it. ![]() Additional stray comments: There was some rad shark art on the wall. You’ll need the barista to buzz you in– customers only. Its decorated with heavy, authentic, graffiti. ![]() Computer users be aware– there aren’t many outlet options! I started running low and juice and actively seeking out a place to recharge wasn’t the simplest. There was a bit of residue in the spout so when you get your teapot, just check to make sure it had been cleaned out properly. I was excited about the teapots so I ordered one with jasmine tea. That being said, it was a chilly, rainy, day– I bet it’s nicer on hot days. It was nice but it wasn’t the cozy coffee shop feel I was looking for.
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