This article originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner. I lived above Caffe Pergolesi in Santa Cruz for a couple years in college. Pergs, as we called it, was housed in an 1886 Victorian that had a wrap-around porch, where people would sit around all

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