I finally decided to go to Cho’s Variety on Graham Ave that serves Stumptown Coffee. The coffee is perfect, but there are no tiny cokes in glass bottles and I wonder if the barista would cut up watermelon for me if I brought one in while dressed like a snow leopard hanging out with a zebra. (Then again, it’d be more like a member of the weasel family and a dinosaur ’cause we’re adults now).
More importantly, the place down the block that makes monuments for grave stones (like tombstones, giant angels, etc) has a sign that they now have fresh bread. There’s a rack of bread near the window in the store full of stone carvings and slabs.