I approached Café Zoetrope from the financial district after hiking down from Coit Tower – mind you, I hiked up to the tower from my hotel at Fisherman’s Wharf first. My legs were aching, and I was sweating.
I fully expected the café to be closed or full. To my surprise, there were but a handful of folks inside. So, I entered and was kindly given my option for seating. I chose the back of the astonishingly small establishment.
I guess the wine will be Coppola today. More coming.
