Cafe Trieste Again

Back with Cafe Americain and Cafe Trieste in San Francisco's North Beach. It's been six months since I've seen these guys. They have some amazing new tunes and a much larger "band".

Cafe Trieste North Beach

My cousin ZBo (aka Michael Zisman) and Ned Boynton at their regular Wednesday night gig at Cafe Trieste. Their band is called Cafe Americain.

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Cafe Trieste

Here we are again on a Wednesday with the Zisman Clan at Cafe Trieste North Beach. Gotta love the cousins. However, these are not them - just a few avid fans. Cousin Michael Z aka Zbo is in the background wearing the black hat.

(had to severely edit this post - too much wine when written.)

Cafe Americain's Swan Song at Cafe Trieste

Zismans and Kweskins

Cafe Trieste with Cafe Americain.
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Me and Leah at Cafe Trieste

More Cafe Trieste

Julie and Andrea do La Bamba.

Michael and Jason

Is this the end of a Cafe Trieste era?

Date with Myself

What a luxury, a date with myself. Cafe Trieste on Piedmont Ave., pepperoni pizza, a glass of red wine, Suki Stackhouse Vampire Novel and a buzz. Yummy.

Blonde Ambition

Here's my new hair look. Took me 100 tries to get this decent self portrait going at this late hour. Went to the salon today and told the beautician - I need blonder hair. Well, she took it to the extreme. So far I've gotten a good response. However, seeing myself in the mirror was shocking.

I'm now seeing hair color as a process of experimentation. You hope for the best but never know what's going to show up. Same with the pricing. Very random. Equate it with ordering a mixed drink at a bar - you hope it tastes the way you like it and flirt a bit with the bartender to get a competitive price.

Took the hair out for a spin this evening to Cafe Trieste to hear cousin Michael Z and the band. Michael said he didn't recognize me when I walked in and that he loves the look. Nicole loves it too and to me that's a true test of taste since she is fashion queen supreme.

Selling Out

On Piedmont Avenue, where I live in Oakland, there are at least five cafes within a block of each other. I regularly frequent one, Caffe Trieste, for meet-ups with friends and indulging late night snack attacks. Sometimes I head over to Gaylord's for a decaf chai but always regret it because the taste varies from gross to disgusting. Plus, they don't take ATM cards.

This morning the sun is out and so I am inspired to take a walk and then actually splurge on breakfast. It started out as an intention to purchase breakfast staples at either my favorite grocer Monte Mart or the uberly expensive Piedmont Grocery. It is so early that both aren't open yet.

As I went from cafe to cafe, looking for granola and yogurt, I noticed Starbucks which is pretty much shunned on our progressive street. Oh what the heck. I'll go in. Peete's has a line out the door but Starbucks is totally empty. Now I know why, soulless. I bought an overly packaged instant oatmeal, when I could have made a delicious bowl of organic steele cut oats at home.

Well, I had to give it a try.
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