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A turista comes up, confused.
“Excuse me. Is this Old Town?”
My buddy Jason nods.
“Yes sir. This is Old Town.”
“Welcome to Old Town’s Bermuda Triangle,” he says, when the tourist shuffles off.
Jason runs the coffee cart on Twiggs Street (Old Town Market Café, 4010 Twiggs Street, Old Town, 619-807-0102).
“Uh, Bermuda Triangle?”
I’m standing here slurping one of his café au laits ($3), enjoying it, but wishing I’d gone for his Mexican hot chocolate (also $3). He’s pretty famous for that one. And also his Dirty Chai, a chai latte with a shot of espresso ($4).
Whatever, right now, about seven at night and chilly, what I’m slurping feels pretty good.
Specially with my best choice of the night. I ordered the last of the tarragon chicken salad wraps he has in his food cabinet. It’s from Trader Joe’s. And totally delicious. Has white chicken meat, celery, almonds, parsley, tarragon and romaine lettuce, all wrapped in a thin flour tortilla. Dang but that celery-almond-tarragon taste triangle is way better than you’d expect a pre-made wrap to be. It’s so good I forget to take a picture. Except for the label.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jan/23/38932/
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jan/23/38933/Cost me $4.99.
Jason’s is on a cozy little corner across from the Church of the Immaculate Conception, at the edge of the Old Town Market area, across from the Old Town Theater.
“The actors there are great,” says Jason. “They’re probably my best customers.”
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jan/23/38931/
Jason
So what’s this about “Bermuda Triangle”?
“It’s weird, really weird,” Jason says. “But right here, at the entrance to the State Park parking, between the theater and me, we have countless fender benders. And people get lost. I have people coming up and asking ‘Where are we? Is this Old Town?’ They seem to enter a dream warp. Then a few yards out and they’re themselves again. Everybody who works here notices it.”
“So is it?” I ask.
“Is it what?”
“Is it Old Town?”
He looks at me.
“Step five yards south. You’ll be fine.”
A turista comes up, confused.
“Excuse me. Is this Old Town?”
My buddy Jason nods.
“Yes sir. This is Old Town.”
“Welcome to Old Town’s Bermuda Triangle,” he says, when the tourist shuffles off.
Jason runs the coffee cart on Twiggs Street (Old Town Market Café, 4010 Twiggs Street, Old Town, 619-807-0102).
“Uh, Bermuda Triangle?”
I’m standing here slurping one of his café au laits ($3), enjoying it, but wishing I’d gone for his Mexican hot chocolate (also $3). He’s pretty famous for that one. And also his Dirty Chai, a chai latte with a shot of espresso ($4).
Whatever, right now, about seven at night and chilly, what I’m slurping feels pretty good.
Specially with my best choice of the night. I ordered the last of the tarragon chicken salad wraps he has in his food cabinet. It’s from Trader Joe’s. And totally delicious. Has white chicken meat, celery, almonds, parsley, tarragon and romaine lettuce, all wrapped in a thin flour tortilla. Dang but that celery-almond-tarragon taste triangle is way better than you’d expect a pre-made wrap to be. It’s so good I forget to take a picture. Except for the label.
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jan/23/38932/
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jan/23/38933/Cost me $4.99.
Jason’s is on a cozy little corner across from the Church of the Immaculate Conception, at the edge of the Old Town Market area, across from the Old Town Theater.
“The actors there are great,” says Jason. “They’re probably my best customers.”
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2013/jan/23/38931/
Jason
So what’s this about “Bermuda Triangle”?
“It’s weird, really weird,” Jason says. “But right here, at the entrance to the State Park parking, between the theater and me, we have countless fender benders. And people get lost. I have people coming up and asking ‘Where are we? Is this Old Town?’ They seem to enter a dream warp. Then a few yards out and they’re themselves again. Everybody who works here notices it.”
“So is it?” I ask.
“Is it what?”
“Is it Old Town?”
He looks at me.
“Step five yards south. You’ll be fine.”