I’m a migratory creature, a rootless caffeinéaste, a wandering beanophile. I go from coffee shop to coffee shop, sipping the wares and moving along again. I thought I’d found a place to settle down a few times, but every time I’ve been wrong. Before long, I’m off to another exotic island in the archipelago of java joints.

Without pretending that I’m a regular anywhere, that I have any true favorite coffee shop, I’ll pop in here every now and again to spotlight some coffee shops that I visit now and again, and to touch base with you, dear reader, to see what you like and where you’re getting face-time with joe. What are you drinking? And where?

Lately, I’ve been visiting a couple of San Fransisco Coffee joints here in town. The one on Highland, south of Ponce, is the one I usually hit. The new location, out in Candler Park, is staffed with happy baristas, but still has some new-building sealant-like smell that’s throwing me off. They both have talented bar staff and winning pastry cases, though, as you might expect if you’ve ever been in a San Francisco Coffee shop.

It used to be that San Francisco was my place for mochas. They make them with cinnamon over there—what some places call a Mexican mocha. They’re rich, almost too rich, and fantastic. But what’s got me schlepping back out to San Francisco lately is, of all things, the cranberry-oatmeal scone. Say what you will, but since I had one I’ve wanted ten more. I’ll just be minding my own business, sleeping in bed, when my mouth says, “Hey, wake up. Remember that oatmeal scone? Get us one of those for breakfast again.” And what can I do? I can’t talk back — it’s my mouth. I do what I’m told.

Sometime soon, I’m going to check out the new-ish Danneman’s Coffee, on the corner of Boulevard and Edgewood, where Javaology used to be. Been in there already? Do tell.