I’ve decided to start a new “series”: Homes for the New New Migrant Worker, or Cafes that Won’t Kick You out.
Our inagural cafe: Cafe del Doge in Palo Alto.
The cafe has had a few other names in the past, but this latest incarnation looks like it will make it. It’s arrogantly, vigorously Italian. I’ve been abused for wanting to add more milk to my hot chocolate (which is the best in the valley, if a bit strong for my taste. Think melted chocolate bar.) It’s a narrow space, and the key seats are in the mezzanine where you can look down on people.
Power Outlets: yes. At least two upstairs
WiFi: Yes, not a bad connection. If it goes down, you can sometimes crib from Neotte next door.
VC sightings: plenty