Susan and I were exploring SF during our few hours of freedom, and we were hunting for a breakfast place. Climbing up one of those interminable hills, we discovered Cafe Trieste, which, I’ve discovered now, has a history for gathering musicians, poets, and writers around its famous cups of espresso.
We agreed that we had stumbled upon the perfect place. The cafe was filled with customers lingering over coffee and crosswords and games of scrabble. The sun filtered in through the windows and illuminated the portraits of the musicians and writers adorning the walls. We sipped our frothy mochas and took bites of our croissants (almond, chocolate) and savored every moment.
Cafe Trieste has many locations; we went to the one on 1667 Market Street, San Francisco, CA.
