He pointed us to Truco7 early on for their Turkish Coffee, and the bohemian-y spot, with moody beatnik jazz from back in the day playing in the background, instantly became our first and favorite stop of the day for breakfast and coffee.
One day Will tried the Vietnamese coffee, which was a small tin of espresso dripping into a glass of ice and condensed milk, making the yummiest iced coffee ever. Somehow I'll have to find a way to recreate that here at home. It would be really good on a warm summer morning like today. I'm sure that somewhere in this melting pot of our City of Angels I'll find what I need.


