When I had a real art career in the late '90s, I lived about 3/4 mile from Twiggs Coffee and Tea in University Heights, San Diego. Most mornings I would walk there and read the paper over a large mug of French roast and a bagel. By ten a.m. I would have shaken the vodka haze of the night before, and walk home to paint. Nice while it lasted.
I also sometimes went there at night...that's my '61 Corvair van just leaving on the left.