Working from home may be a luxury, but perhaps the luxury ends there. Perhaps “home” is little more than a sunlight-starved hovel, crawling with roommates and other forms of vermin. Perhaps you, like me, are in need of some alternatives.  You might consider The Coffee Shop. San Francisco is littered

A message from The Center in the Lower Haight, SF Via – The Center SF Family: Dearest Community Members, I hope this message finds you well and safe in this very strange time. First of all, from the bottom of our hearts — Thank you for being part of our

The kind of joints who have owners that work behind the bar themselves, the kind of businesses that have actual character built over years of serving a certain neighborhood. 

Borderlands Cafe on Valencia Street closed up for good Tuesday. The owner’s reason for shutting down is not bankruptcy or loss of lease – neither of those things happened in this case. The reason is not based on difficulty retaining staff in San Francisco on cafe pay or declining sales

Have you ever tried high-quality, Southeast Asian-grown coffee?  We’re all familiar with the Bay Area’s abundance of third wave coffee roasters and cafes, but it’s time to get to know a new coffee pop-up, Kasama Cà Phê.  Kasama Cà Phê is a cafe concept that’s all about sharing Southeast Asian

Step into a world of adventure with the Oakland & Berkeley Coffee Passport. There’s no better way to explore The East Bay than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing, you get 20 coffees drinks at 20 of the East Bay’s best cafes for only $30. The only way it

Step into a world of adventure with the Oakland & Berkeley Coffee Passport. There’s no better way to explore SF than to literally drink it in. The SF Coffee Passport is amazing, you get 20 coffee drinks at 20 cafes for $30. It honestly doesn’t get much better than that. How

I miss being a barista. There are times when I’m standing in line at my local coffee shop and I feel that dull pang of jealousy while I watch the busy bees behind the espresso bar slam pitchers and gallons of milk around with purpose and gusto, trading jokes and stiletto-sharp snark that only they can hear over the whoosh and screech of the steam wands