Friend: I'm just searching for my soulmate, you know?
Me: meh. I'm just looking for someone who can mildly tolerate cats and will watch my stuff when I have to use the bathroom at a coffee shop... but good luck to you on your journey.
Don't think of it as settling.
Think of it as me being so self sufficient that those 2 things are really all I need at this point.
I don't need a soulmate, I need someone who'll help with the litter boxes and let me bask in the glory of being comfortable with the monster I've become... and if they want to take me out to eat every once in a while they wouldn't get any guff from me.
Anyway, I didn't come here to meet anyone, but while I was here I thought about how it maybe is a good idea to hang out in coffee shops because then I'm already like a quarter of the way there. I could test strangers to see if they'll try to steal my ish when I ask them to watch over it. Maybe even throw in some creeper bait like a notebook clearly labeled, 'Cootie's Super Secret Diary - DO NOT READ!' (Cootie will be mission alias... obvi can't give away my real name) and see if they snoop or steal. If they remain loyal, maybe I'll buy 'em an Italian sodie pop or one of Fiero Caffe's $7 mimosas (only if they had to actively ward off possible faux diary poachers) and strike up a conversation to test the water regarding their feelings towards cats... because you gotta be proactive about meeting the person of your dreams, right? Or at least that's what I've gathered from the unsolicited advice people keep trying to give me.
This was only my first visit of many hopeful future visits because it seems like a great place to scout for potential 'watch my stuff' partners and also because they serve vegetarian lasagna.
Actually, now that I've reminded myself about the lasagna I couldn't care less about finding a partner or my stuff getting stolen. Who needs stuff when you've got lasagna? Certainly not me or Garfield.
If you really want to know more about this Caffe you should just go there now, check it out, and stop being so dependent on my opinion of the joint. Not that I'm wrong, but if you've already read this far something tells me you've got a lot of time on your hands and you can afford to take some minutes out of your day to drive on over here and chill out in one of their 3 very different seating areas/rooms with a perfect latte and probably some lasagna because you're only human.
Speaking of perfect lattes... I can attest to that statement from experience. Filippo (the super Italian owner who also happens to have a lovely singing voice) made me one mean cup of caffeine... so good, in fact, that I went back for more. Only my second time at bat I got an iced tea because a few hours had passed and the sun was at its peak and I get real sweaty real fast so the IT was like my cooldown. It was also perfect and it wasn't nasty jasmine tea like so many places in the Bay Area give you when you just want a straight up regular, non-baby Tylenol tasting tea.
Inside is bright with light and warmth from the windows. There's one room that's kind of like a reading nook area, perfect for a small book club gathering, interview, coffee with a friend, or eating lasagna by yourself. The main coffee shop area is a bit more masculine with a long bar for coffee, beer, wine, italian specialty sodas, etc. There's a small variety of baked goods and a well defined menu featuring just a few items for breakfast, lunch, and beyond. I'm not sure how early is too early to order the lasagna but I'll make a mental note to find out the next time I'm in. And then there's a third room area that's got a mega comfy couch, some great study area type table, and an adorable high-top that overlooks a little garden-y creek down below. It's adorable and a really nurturing environment for working alone on your laptop and eating lasagna.
Go.
Eat lasagna.
Drink some coffee.
Wash it down with more lasagna.
Listen to Filippo sing songs in Italian while making more caffeinated beverages. read more