I mentioned to my father that I was heading out this afternoon to Berkeley Espresso, which is where I sit as I write this. It not being one of his usual haunts, it took him, a third-generation Berkeleyan, a moment to remember it, but it soon clicked. "Oh yeah! I like that place! One of the last old Berkeley coffee shops." I knew immediately what he meant by this description, even though I'd never used it myself. They're slowly dying out, and I remember them fondly, so I figured I'd contribute my own small written memorial.