Although rather low-profile from the street, once you get inside the Pearl Cafe it's quite spacious and visually engaging. The walls are painted like an early 1970s Marin County coffeehouse -- for some reason the town of Fairfax comes to mind -- and several levels define the space, furnished somewhat haphazardly with mix-and-match tables and chairs. It was a Tuesday afternoon when my famous Uncle Tom and I stopped in for a drink, and somebody was playing a piano over on the side wall. There's a toy table and gaily-painted play area in the far back, and the cool textured gold ceiling tops off the eclectic decor. Since it was a few days after Christmas when U.T. and I stopped in, a big Christmas tree was still in evidence, under which a dog was happily slumbering. But it isn't all Marin County; the chandelier and the gilded ceiling suggest shades of the Old West, too, along with a turn-of-the-century feeling combined with a bit of cool hip art which one might find at the Lux Coffee Bar. What decorative message am I getting here, anyway? I seem to detect an 1890s organic hippie-hip-cool child-friendly Deadhead traditional coffeehouse mix. Ouch, how confusing! Is it 2000 yet? Actually, it wasn't even quite 1999 yet. I suppose it was the confusion of the start of the new year, all those nines which are all squares of three, making the year have nine threes, and three times three equals nein, nein, nein! | ![]() |