. . . should all be like this. I found Tartines... an amazing bakery, but resisted emptying my wallet out on the counter and only bought a single morning bun... then walked about a mile to Philz Coffee. I'm sipping his Tesora blend, listening to a live jazz trio playing, while sitting on an overstuffed couch.
The owner, Phil, is behind the counter, wearing his signature Fedora and proudly brewing the brews he's spent years perfecting.
I'm in a mellow state of mind right now... the list 'O thangs is still pressing at my cranium, but not as hard and insistently as normal. With each sip, the pressure seems to lesson a bit.
Love a good Sunday afternoon...