Scrambled eggs, toast, and a decaf latte at Dolores Park Cafe. Should have ordered a double, though. In such a tall glass, it looks more like coffee-milk, which is what my dad used to let me have when I was about 10, on Saturdays, when he made French toast. As a pre-teen, anything that brought me closer to adulthood gave me a thrill. Staying up past 9:00 on Friday nights to watch The Love Boat. Sitting at the grownups table at Passover. And yes, the intimation of caffeine on those Saturdays.
Oh, I do love coffee.
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