You can't swing a dead cat in my Los Angeles neighborhood without hitting a decent place to have coffee (or in my case a triple shot nonfat medium latte). But my incentive for walk/jogging 4 miles most mornings is my caffeine fix and an (overpriced) candied apricot at Casbah Cafe, Sunset Junction in Silver Lake. An authentic environment is important to me even at 6am. Casbah has a layered aesthetic that makes it feel like it existed well before me and would exist with or without me. At the opposite end of the block is a much trendier joint with, some would contend, better coffee. A place that seems to exist solely for me (for my pseudo hipster 40-something market potential). It is a time capsule of now. I prefer to see the flaws - and intentional deconstructed industrial flaws don't count. I need to see and feel and smell the texture and patina - the history of a place.