My life revolved around this cafe for about 10 years in San Francisco. I painted it twice. It was a place where all the neighbors met and there was always a friend to talk to. It was lost in the gentrification of SF. It’s now a Samovar Tea Lounge with their ridiculous priced teas. In moving to Berkeley I uncovered the sign – when they took it down I ran out and grabbed it. It’s a memory for me of the great old neighborhood I used to live in.