I remember the worst cup of coffee I ever had. It tasted like mildewed cardboard run through a stale pack of Marlboros. The coffee was barely warm, I think it was heated -- I use the term loosely -- in the sun on the dashboard of a rusty old Buick in a jar of baby formula gone bad. And I also remember the name of the girl who made my double latte that day, it started with a B (I'll only use an initial to protect her identity!) So because it was the Onyx Café, I went behind the counter and re-made my own cup o’ joe. Now I must say in defense of my second home -- aka the Onyx Cafe, most of the time the coffee was pretty good. I just happen to have fonder memories of the dreck I was occasionally served in a place that I loved.
Anyway, it’s been ten years since my ol’ caffeine watering hole has closed. And today, Saturday October 11th, there is a reunion of sorts happening all day long at the Tribal Café located at 1651 W. Temple St. (between Union and Glendale, close to Downtown L.A.) (213) 483-4458 Music, BBQ and all that kind of stuff, and it’s free!