Strange weekend.

We're almost exclusively pedestrians, but every so often we're forced to go through the hell that is renting a car. While we hate driving, we were more than happy to make this sacrifice for the long-time-coming wedding of some friends, who tied the knot in San Rafael on Saturday night.

Due to a SNAFU at the rental car place, we were offered a choice of either:
A) Waiting for the sensible car we'd reserved to arrive from their other location; or
B) Leaving straight away with a mini-van.

Our impatience emerged victorious in its battle with our common sense--I took the Chrysler Monstrosity (or something like that). We felt like a soccer mom. Er, dad.

And, you know, parking it was a bitch. As we left to return it on Sunday morning, we needed coffee--a place where we could park this thing, but an independent cafe, the kind of place we enjoy. And, due to an unfortunate tear in our left calf muscle, we couldn't walk too far to get to the place.

And then we remembered reader Amy's suggestion from many months ago: plenty of parking in Laurel Village. Plenty of space at Cafe Lo Cubano.