Yuca’s + ‘gents = Los Feliz Sunshine

“I can’t go a day w/o my sunshine(?)”

(Downed: shot, cuppa clover’d Bolivian “Anjilanaka”)

LOS ANGELES — I never planned on going back today.

I’ve never watched “LA Story” from start to finish in any condition to judge it, but I did gather something about highway traffic signs guiding Steve Martin’s life (I’ll look pretty stupid if this isn’t the case.) The cool thing about this town is that, indeed, the state of traffic can change your fate…often for the worse.

In this case, a jam on the 110-N back to Glendale kept me from going home and sent me instead up the 101 toward Hollywood and into the loving arms of the Carrerras (BONUS BUZZ COVERAGE BELOW!!) and their carne asada taco/burrito two-fer. Riding high from this magic, I decided it would be in good taste to scamper over to Intelligentsia’s friendly confines for a shot/cup/cookie. With a quick order from Benji for an iced delivery, the die was cast.

 

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The Fresh Life: Reborn?

(downed: shot, cuppa clova “persephone/alchemy”

LOS ANGELES — At a certain point in the life of this coffee blog, it’s going to just be pointless talking about anything I get at this shop. Sometimes, I think I like it more than the employees do (not the case, but the alpha dogs around there aren’t from LA, so they don’t readily “vibe”…i’ll bet you a case of raw almond butter they’ll loosen up by the next time a cloud blows past in mid-to-late September).

While this proper blog gets it’s proper legs, I’ll avoid getting too misty about this place. But I’m not sure how many more on-time espressos I can injest before I’ll just put up a whole page. This place is crushing it. Someday, you might find me at the Source Awards screaming about how “East Coast ain’t got no love for Black Cat? Ain’t got no love for (if I knew the names of two people who worked there, it would be referenced here)?”

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