Submitted by Joe G. from San Francisco
I remember my very first real espresso, pulled by the barista and owner of Cafe Trieste in San Francisco's North Beach. I had taken my partner Tanji there on our last morning in town, after a morning walk through Chinatown. Just after that cuppa, we had to bolt back to our hotel and then head to the airport.
Before this trip, I had promised Tanji she would see a real rock star on the streets of SF, boasting that they were "everywhere."
And as we sat enjoying the most perfect ever cappuccino, I reflected that I hadn't made good on this one. Sigh.
We finished that wonderful cup and headed out the door - and right outside, enjoying a morning smoke and some good conversation was Paul Kantner, former leader of the Jefferson Airplane. Just sitting there like a regular guy.
I beamed, then quickly hussled Tanji across the street. "Don't look, don't look," I muttered under my breath.
"What?"
Shhhhh - don't look."
Then safely from the other side of the intersection. "OK, look - know who that is?"
"No, who?"
The movie "Diner" crosses my mind. "Its Paul Kantner - your rock star."
"Wasn't that the BEST coffee? Who's Paul Kantner?"
Sigh. It really was the best coffee.
