actual cafe at san pablo and alcatraz offers coffees and foods and community and i think they often have a specialty beers night, but for me it’s an excuse to get in a quick run when i don’t have the time to climb to the top of berkeley for track laps and a view. i like the slight absurdity of interrupting my run half-way for a three sips espresso cubano . . . refueling for the return home. such a sweet little coffee, representing new love, fresh hope, and fires being kindled. and with no time to brood, i enjoy my coffee and run home for an outfit change. then i’m off to work.