My second sketch in that meeting was of a guy I remember from a recent trip to–that’s right–the Zocalo Coffeehouse in San Leandro. After changing owners and then closing for remodeling, it’s baaaaack! I’ve missed Zocalo and, at the risk of sounding overly sentimental, going back to my favorite cafe was like seeing an old friend after a long period apart.
Welcome back, Zocalo. It wasn’t the same without you.