A Jim’s Restaurant Sunday
Today I was reminded yet again why I heart the Mission. It was early afternoon and I was hungry. By then, I was about midway through a thrift store shopping odyssey and I needed a break. Looking around, I assessed my options and stepped into Jim’s Restaurant, lured by the espresso on the menu.
I actually ordered the cappuccino, and while it wasn’t even close to the perfection of cappuccino in Ethiopia, and the food wasn’t much either, Jim’s was a great dining experience.
Why, you ask? The people, I say.
Jim’s is populated by my kind of people. Fun. Real. Happy. Not the pretension of a fancy diner or the annoying smugness of an all-Vegan one, Jim’s is just there. The staff laugh as they work and the patrons are relaxed and take their time with breakfast. It has the worn and warmth of a comfy sweater and is a perfect mid-shop break.
Oh and it doesn’t hurt that they have a cute waitresses or two, either.