We shot promos this morning, so I didn't have the opportunity to space off (like I normally do). Gretchen took her folks to the airport in the early morning hours while I stood around outside the complex waiting for my executive producer to come pick me up. We wanted to sit down over a cup of coffee and discuss the direction of CFH. That meeting went very well. However, the coffee sucked. I hate to burst his bubble, but Chatz (in Potrero Hill) is no Peet's. Far from it. Very far from it. I'm getting ready to head up the hill – and walk past a Starbucks – just to get a cup of Peet's. Yes, it means that much to me. Screw the Golden Gate bridge. Screw the Cliff House. If you come to San Francisco, stop by my Peet's on 16th and Potrero.