A Café on Telegraph Avenue

In this story, we dare tread where even angels fear, into the underbelly of Berkeley. At times a wonderland of hope and ambition, while also an echo of what this town once was.

The café was one of those places that screamed counterculture chic, with reclaimed wood tables, a "pay-what-you-can" donation jar at the counter, and a wall mural of Ruth Bader Ginsburg wielding a flaming sword. It was the kind of spot that made patrons feel like spending $7 on an oat milk latte was an act of rebellion against capitalism.