Cafe J looks like the contents of a gaudily wrapped package spilled open on Christmas morning. A dozen tables in Kool-Aid red dot the narrow, cozy interior. Others in limeade green splash out onto the front sidewalk and a pocket-sized patio in back. The walls are covered with a potpourri of conflicting aesthetic statements: old Hills Bros. coffee tins, de rigueur aperitif posters, teeny-tiny toy motorcycles of varying makes and colors. If you look out the big front windows you can even see the restaurant's very own model railroad, the titular J streetcar, as it clanks its way up Church. There's a long butcher-block wine bar, too, with eight tall stools for the... More >>>