Blue Danube Coffee House


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My friend Gui and Matthew discovered this little coffee shop amidst Chinese grocers, restaurants, and milk-tea places. The owner is a middle-aged Chinese couple, the patrons were a nice mixture of all races that is typical of SF. It is only one block away from my favorite second hand bookstore Green Apple. On my third visit, I discovered Blue Danube Journals. There were close to a dozen spiral notebooks, all are full of writings, sketches, birthday wishes, and other tidbits of daily event writen by the customers of the coffee shop.

My favorite story so far was writen by a czech, who came to SF with his wife at the peak of dot com boom. They found an apartment nearby, and discovered this coffee shop and immedietaly fell in love with its casual and cozy air. Blue Danue became one of their destinations on their Sunday afternoon stroll in the neighborhood. Later their baby boy was born, the usual twosome became the usual threesome every Sunday afternoon. Later the dot com bubble bursted, he lost his parttime job and his wife lost hers. Economy became so bad that she had to return to czech with their son. He was left behind to finish his MBA and would join them in 10 more months. He worked a night job to pay for the tuition and went to school during the day. No longer able to afford their apartment, he lived in his car instead. Occasionally he would still treat himself to a cup of coffee at the Blue Danue on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Sometimes, he thought if he just looked out the open windows, he would see his smiling wife pushing a stroller up the street…

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  1. I came across your site after looking to buy ‘Blue Danube’ coffee which I remember having as a child at my parents home!

    Andy
    UK

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