How You Know You're at The Mill

Could Hank Williams and The Clash get along?

At The Mill, my neighborhood's newest coffee shop, they shared time on the speakers as a dozen focused craftspeople mixed flour and water, and carefully prepared pourover drip.

Alright, The Mill is no mere coffee shop. They serve Four Barrel Coffee and artisanal toast. Eight dollars for coffee and toast. Plus tax. Plus tip. Plus the SF Health Fee.

To anyone who doesn't live in San Francisco, this is going to sound crazy. To San Franciscans, it can only make perfect sense: The Mille serves name brand toast, from Josey Baker Bread, and they spread butter and cinnamon sugar on top, or almond butter, or locally-sourced cream cheese. Honestly? Pure bliss.

Yes, this city is getting out of hand. This neighborhood is getting out of hand. We just got a new wine bar, that closes at 11pm on weekends, just because they can, and in a month we're getting a Bi-Rite.

Yes, she's wearing flats and her boyfriend is wearing Vibram Five Fingers. Was he dressed for a run? Nope. Above those designer jeans he had on a nice shirt and cardigan.

I was behind them in line for twenty minutes.