Ash
I was at The Mill this morning with Ash, Diego and Xander, gulping down Guatemalan pourover and munching cinnamon-sugar toast. We were laughing about haircuts, rom-coms, and how childhood injuries might prevent us from engaging in various acts of love, when all of a sudden— "Who's dog
living in SF
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
overheard in cafes
"Hey! What are you reading today?" Some guy at Bean Bag was asking the woman sitting across from me. It was crowded around lunchtime last Wednesday, so she and I had split up our table: me with my laptop and coffee and she with her paperback book and
overheard in cafes
Yesterday I went to crank out an article at Matching Half. I ordered my ice tea, sat down and saw the guy next to me hunched over his iPad, with earbuds in. Then I see, over this shoulder, that he's watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine! I immediately
overheard in cafes
There's a pirate sitting next to me at the Oasis Cafe. He walked in with a sandy, scraggly beard and a black tricorn hat. He was clearly homeless and before coming into the cafe he'd tied his dog - a black lab/pit bull - to
music
I was working at Bean Bag the other day and overheard three dudes talking about music, poetry, and gay-straight relations. You know, typical SF brunchtime conversation. At some point, I overhead one of the guys, who was wearing a fuzzy blue beenie spoke with what could have been a British
overheard in cafes
I was in a cafe in Japantown this week, working on my taxes, and halfway through my coffee I realized I was sitting across from a guy in t-shirt and jeans pitching his app to investors. The guy was in his late twenties, we could have been the same age
living in SF
I struck up a conversating with a girl in the cafe today about SF vs. DC. She had only visited DC once, in the summer, and she walked around in a long, flowery dress and flip flops. When Washingtonians, as is their custom, asked her "What do you do?
food
It was a gray day today and I knew that if I didn't get out of the house I'd spend all of it streaming old episodes of Star Trek on Netflix. And I was hungry, so I grabbed my book, Tinker Tailer Solider Spy, and went
overheard in cafes
I was working there Thursday and I wanted a little snack to power through, so I bought this honey oat cake. God, was it awful. I could barely swallow the first bite, but I took another one just to make sure. Yup, pre-chewed cardboard would taste better. So, I was
overheard in cafes
Cafe Abir was crowded today when I went to try and squeeze out an article on airport redevelopment. I sat down in the corner next to a middle-aged man with a goatee and and a woman in her thirties. They were both clacking away at their laptops and I booted
living in SF
– in the bathroom at Cafe Abir around the corner from my house Seriously. I fucking love this city.