Jebena, Jebena, Jebena…I’ve been saying it over and over in my head and eventually it occurs to me that I could be mind-pronouncing it incorrectly. I’ve been saying (both in my mind and actually out loud speaking it) Juh-BEAN-uh, but for all I know it could be juh-ben-ah or jeh-ben-AH. Well. I was thinking I could research this and get a definitive answer for y’all, but instead I’m going to go with the old adage (cliche) that “ignorance is bliss” and enjoy chanting juh-bean-uh to myself as I sit here.
Moving along to the actual point of this rambling, the story of my visit to Jebena. I was, if I remember correctly, skipping out on the gym because I am ridiculously lazy. Steve went without me and I went to find myself breakfast. I strolled down the hill to the new coffee shop I’d noticed at Geary and Polk.
This being the first few weeks of its existence, Jebena was empty when I walked inside. Today the place is hopping all the time, but today is many months later. I ordered a cup of coffee, a healthy looking pastry from among the tempting croissants and slabs of cake, and grabbed a hard boiled egg from the cold case. The gal behind the counter set about making my coffee, they do individual drip here.
I sat at a table by the window with my food. Jebena is walled with windows all around and it makes for a pleasant sunny environment. I cracked open my egg and was happy to find that it did not have the overcooked greyish yolk I am accustomed to finding in hardboiled eggs made in commercial circumstances. This egg was in fact verging on undercooked, but it was fine, in fact it was very good. I mean, it was a boiled egg, so as good as a boiled egg can be. Which I guess would be very good. Anyway.
The pastry cake thing I ordered…I’m not sure what to call it…as I mentioned before I picked it out for it’s seemingly healthy qualities. It looked dense and full of nuts and raisins. And indeed it was dense and nutty and full of dried fruits, but it was also unbelievably rich and buttery, with a syrupy sweetness. I mean, it was really delicious, but it was almost definitely not too healthy. It was so rich that it was really too much for one person.
The coffee here was fairly unremarkable. It was good, but not memorable. I would come back and have coffee here if I wanted to sit and linger over it, but only because it’s one of the closest places to my house with palatable coffee that’s good for that sort of sitting and lingering. And because they have free wi-fi. But I’m not hankering to go back, the coffee didn’t change my life.
But it’s a nice clean place, and the people working at Jebena seem very nice. They also have some umbrella-ed tables outside, which is a pretty cool touch, though this corner can get pretty noisy. I suppose there’s a good chance you might get spare changed sitting outside there as well, or be subjected to some unpleasant odors. There are pros and cons to most situations, am I right?
990 Polk St