According to the door, this cafe was opened in the 1950s (don’t make me get up to see the exact date). One wall is full of family pictures: hip 70s suits with out-splayed lapels, a younger, handsome version of the founder (Papa Giotta). The place has got some old neighborhood charm. They sometimes play music at night too, as J & I noticed while walking by yesterday evening.
Charming perhaps for a neighborhood coffee and paper read.
But, less amenable to the laptop worker. A veritable army of outlets is hidden next to the coffee counter and accessible only by one table (mine). Also, there’s no wifi for the cafe — just spotty wifi picked up from who-knows-where that is currently frustrating me to pieces.
And the latte I ordered this morning is bitter and terrible and was still $3.29. Could be bad luck. But it’s hard to forgive a bad latte at 8:30 in the morning.
I’ll be going back to Cafe Leila tomorrow. Or maybe this afternoon.
Caffe Trieste. San Pablo @ Dwight
0 responses so far ↓
There are no comments yet...Kick things off by filling out the form below.