The first place I considered myself a regular was Z&H MarketCafe near my college campus. It was owned by a sweet man named Sam who hired a motley crew. One day, I made a pretty version of an ugly sign they had hanging over the trash cans and asked if I could hang it up.
I started going in almost every day to work, and I slowly came to know and love the entire staff. I'd go out and smoke with them in the alley; I'd mix everyone cocktails during Taco Nights; I even span my fire staff for one of their nephew's birthday parties.
I drew most of the posters in colored pencil after first composing the poster in Photoshop and then tracing it. The photo quality of these images is horrible but they are very dear to me. This was one of the first times I remember feeling artistic.
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Z&H was beloved by the neighborhood and the people demanded merchandise. This shirt featured the Old Mayor, one of their sandwiches, but I always wished they'd make a shirt with my favorite, the Daniel Tamayo breakfast sammy.