"Café Triste is one of those one-of-each places that’s just so sure of its tastes that you have to take whatever single red, white, or sake they happen to be pouring that day. An Ikea bowl of potato chips passes for a “small plate.” It gave me real nanny-state fascist-health-nut glazed-with-dreampop Southern California vibes." Best write up of that place, which I could handle once because my pants are weird enough.
"Café Triste is one of those one-of-each places that’s just so sure of its tastes that you have to take whatever single red, white, or sake they happen to be pouring that day. An Ikea bowl of potato chips passes for a “small plate.” It gave me real nanny-state fascist-health-nut glazed-with-dreampop Southern California vibes." Best write up of that place, which I could handle once because my pants are weird enough.