A dollar for a ride down the Angels Flight deposits you in front of the iconic GCM.
A steaming Cappuccino and a sweet Ethiopian drip await at a convenient counter. Standing room only, elbow height for composure as you consume your daily coffee. Good service, friendly and efficient, not at all brusque or overbearing. Great start to the day, best start to a morning food fest.
The line at Eggslut is unbearable, but it's Toast Tuesday right next to that pacing pile-up. A mere $6 buys a slab of bread with waves of avocado piled a whole inch thick. The seasoning is perfect, with chili flakes to add a little fire.
Even BCD's Godmother hasn't got a chance compared to this Jambon-Beurre. Soft country ham covers this crusty roll, and nutty aged comte is given a lift by acidic yellow mustard and crunchy cornichons.
It's an adventure every time. There's always something new, whether it's sipping a halo halo at Sari Sari or grabbing a taco to go. I don't know if I'll ever get everything I want here. The new stuff always pops up, and the classics never get old.
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