The Thousands

Sometimes, it’s not about the fact that the cafe you’re in is using the bean du jour (though bangbang does use Campos); it’s not about the fact that the food is organic or artisan or enjoys low miles (though, bangbang has Sonoma bread); sometimes it’s not about any of the things cafes do in their inexorable march towards personality or difference. Sometimes it’s more just about sitting somewhere and going "I like this. I like being here".**And I liked sitting at bangbang. I liked the old, scarred cutter tables, and the big, bright windows out onto Reservoir Street. I liked the coffee, and the fact I didn’t have to wait behind a bazillion people to get it. I liked that it didn’t force trite music on me.

In contrast, I didn’t so much like the electro-green on the wall-menu. But that’s just nit-picking. You’re a welcome addition, bangbang.