Many years ago, my mechanic told me to get a coffee here while he changed the oil of my car. Dive café that features a beautiful and serious looking espresso machine, and a proud old man. He made the Java. He talked me into getting an espresso instead of coffee. The rest is history.
This *was* my secret espresso place, until Chris told the Yelp world about its existence. Frankly, does the old man look like he needs more money? No. He looks like he freaking owns the building, and is just killing time here with his old friends. And keep an eye on an Italian young lad who sits there often. And serve the occasional lost souls who wander through his door.
P.S. I often wonder what goes down in the nice seating room in the back. Take a peek. read more