Sunny, bi-level neighborhood coffeehouse pairing its java with pastries in airy, minimalist digs.
We named Saint Frank after our town of San Francisco, but in more specific terms, the blessed Saint Francis, who consistently stamped all things seemingly ordinary and humble as extraordinary. His life justified the designation of a saint, which he would prefer had a fairly unselfied name like Frank. He approached everything with a humble, childlike belief in simplicity and courtesy. Everyone mattered to Francis. Everything was important and special, worthy of attention and service. We approach our craft with modest elegance that amplifies our values in coffee, people, and collaboration.
This is certainly an attractive and well-organized establishment compared to the other ones I've visited. The food is delectable, yet reasonably-priced. The owner does a great job of running things.
