I often visit this place for breakfast when I’m in San Fran. On this occasion it felt like something has gone wrong. The espresso was as good as ever but my choice of food seemed to challenge the kitchen. I ordered boiled eggs and they came with ketchup and potatoes (why?). I had to ask twice for butter and a spoon (maybe my accent?). The strangest part was that the toast resembled papier-mâché- and in that sense was the only vaguely French aspect of the whole experience. I shan’t go back.