On a Saturday morning, the parking lot at D.Z. Akins disgorged a squadron of Austin Healey roadsters and a single Bugeye Sprite. The Ancient British sports cars belonged to a club that occasionally infests the deli on weekends. They made a great show; nothing sounds like a big Healey….
A SDPD parking cop stuck his head into a coffeehouse door and yelled that anyone at a dead meter had one minute to put in a nickel before he started writing tickets. This was an astonishingly humane thing to do and is so unique that YT has refrained from naming the cafe involved so as to safeguard the man’s job from the bureaucrats who’d doubtless can him for passing up a chance to skim more money for the city.
Outside Rebecca’s early one morning, there sat a man waiting for a bus, trying to wake up with a cup of coffee. A woman came by and reminded him that he needed a shave, whereupon man pulled out an electric razor and began trimming his face, at a bench, in the early morning, with a cup of coffee, outside Rebecca’s, while waiting for bus.
She dances at Peet’s in Point Loma with her four hula hoops at around 5AM when the coffeehouse opens. It’s a great place to hang and it’s completely safe, too.
Early morning at Newbreak: Barista preps for opening, walks out the door, locks it behind her, goes to next door doughnut shop for breakfast and coffee and returns a few minutes later to open the shop.
At Spacebar, you can get coffee in the morning and attend a yoga class, too.
If you’re going to be injured, this is the place to do it: At the Mercy Hospital coffee cart, a small kid climbed on a chair while his mom was occupied in registering someone in the emergency room. Kid fell off the chair and landed on its head and was immediately attended to by a couple of interns, a security guard, a barista and a patron of the cart who happened to be a cardiologist in need of coffee.
Pair of 1-L’s (baby law school students) quiz each other about Contracts class at Bassam’s one afternoon and display a marked lack of understanding about the course material. This irks a retired judge and two attorneys at a nearby table so much that the ancient jurists jaunt outside to continue their discussion, leaving the blind to lead the blind inside.
Pizza is very good at the Café Mundo in Middletown. Only pizzeria coffeehouse in SD.
Girl goes to Pannikin La Jolla to get rid of some excess kittens. She carries a very rambunctious little kitten in her hands that tries to get away from her while she tries to convince a man to take the unwanted varmint off her hands. The man offers to pet the kitten and the girl drops it on his chest. After a few seconds spent reassorting itself in his shirt, the kitten goes to sleep. “I guess it’s yours now,” the girl says, running off to get another cat. Man asks for the girl’s name—as a name for the kitten.
Seen at the Santa Fe station café: Guy waits for an early morning train; gets coffee, goes onto platform, lights up, breaks out a roll and a sack of jerky from his pocket—and is tersely informed by a huffy security apparatus that he can’t smoke, can’t eat and can’t drink there.
Same guy, same day, Solana Beach Coaster Station—gets off train, goes to Caffé Boca, gets coffee, goes outside, lights up, unpockets roll and jerky and finally enjoys breakfast.
Guy goes to Cafe Opera, buys a bag of macaroons and attempts to impress his date by tossing macaroons high into the air and catching them in his mouth. Though his performance was flawless, his date –who unlike him was obviously not some hillbilly untermensch–was embarassed and hid behind her hair—no doubt longing for a ride home with someone else.
World’s Oldest Cafe Patron took a trolley one morning to Market Street, and from there he clambered into a pedicab that deposited him at Java Jones at 9th and Market. The WOCP even paid the cabbie for an hour and bought him coffee, and at the end of the hour got back in his pedicab for a ride back to the trolley, and home.