|An atmosphere you can only get near the Mission. Inside is a carnival-like collection of cool, retro 1950s movie posters, icicle lights, hanging gold cherubs, a wooden saddle horse, and other carved wooden figures. It's like the basement of some crazy uncle, except you might catch an early Cher CD being played (these guys should be DJs for a Tarrantino movie) as you sit among the two tables or short counter seating, with the smell of a Mexican breakfast being prepared on the grill. As for the espresso, from an ornate gold, lion-crowned La San Marco, they define the term "over-extracted." For their single espresso, the barista/grill chef fills a 12-oz. styrofoam cup to the rim. There aren't words to describe how gargantuan it is - and unfortunately it's primarily water. A faint hint of surface bubbles amounts to what there is of crema. Bitter taste of slightly burnt, watered-down drip coffee. Too bad the espresso is dreadful, as it's a uniquely interesting hangout.