On Sunday mornings I have a way of leaping in my Dodge and making for the open road. All roads are open on Sunday. All things are possible. All hills are surmountable. And yet when push comes to vehicular shove, damned if I don't head down the simplest and nearest hill to Noe Valley. This is not very adventurous. But once I am inside my favorite 24th St. café I understand. There's something about this place that feels comfortable. There's something about the much more sophisticated café on the Read more [...]