If you haven't lived it, it's nearly impossible to understand the gang lifestyle, but ask anyone who has and they'll tell you: it just boils down to making bread. And shooting people while holding the gun sideways. To eat said bread, hit up Black Cat Cafe.
Open now in the old Mani's space (pour out a little mimosa), BCC is a black chandelier'd, patio seating-enhanced, minimalist bakery/sandwich/breakfast spot that's also the only store outside of downtown that's sourced all of its critically acclaimed bread from a non-profit that gives jobs to former gang members called Homeboy Industries, which, according to t-shirts from Urban Outfitters, Jesus heads up. These storied carbs are both on sale to take home and used for all of the sandwiches on their menu, which includes a homemade beef meatball w/ marinara and Pecorino Romano on a sub roll; a crabcake number w/ tartar sauce, lettuce, and tomato on a toasted burger bun; and a muffaletta stuffed w/ olive/pepper relish, salami, Italian hot sausage, and ham, but not Jon Hamm, though rumors about his own sausage abound. Morning vittles include sugared lemon-peel'd buttermilk pancakes, an olive-oil sauteed Spanish omelet w/ chorizo and paprika, and the Asian-inspired breakfast Bibimpap, w/ farro, roast chard, asparagus, fried egg, and buratta cheese, but not Beretta cheese, 'cause that ish'll kill you.
Once they're fully operational, Black Cat'll also have a crazy brunch menu, w/ items like curry-flavored turkey hash and a Benedict w/ cornbread instead of English muffins, topped w/ meat made from pig's feet -- yeah, that's right, pig's feet. Are you laughing??