Jeff Smith noon, March 8
And While You're Downtown, Ye Olde Curiosity Coffee Shoppe?
Got a spare Lincoln?
’Cause five bucks will buy you one of the more delicious coffees ($2) in the southland from one of its original roasters, plus a muffin or scone or croissant, and the richest atmosphere to down them in.
Verena Garnett and her sister Vivienne, two eccentric English ladies straight out of an Agatha Christie novel – but hey, much more glamorous - run Pannikin (675 G, 619-239-7891), which sells exotic stuff from around the world, as well as the coffees that made it famous.
They roast it themselves, sometimes right on the sidewalk outside. Oh man. The smell draws noses from blocks away.
So get the coffee and muffin, and ask if you can sip and sup them right there.
They’ll find you a corner and a chair, like, next to the Tarahumara drums and underneath the guitar-playing Mexican skeleton.
Oh, the other thing? The ladies drive to work in … Caroline, their Indian Bajaj tuc-tuc/rickshaw.
They park it right outside. “Don’t laugh,” says Verena. “You only need a motorcycle license to drive her, and she does 65 to 85 miles per gallon.”