C B.
Yelp
Walk into Ain't Normal and you'll feel it: the static hum of gentrification, the ghost of a Bica exorcised by artisanal pour-overs and $17 sandwiches. The cups are Bay Area loud--yellow, branded, screaming "local" while the clientele is imported: techies hunched over MacBooks, faded millennial parents wrangling sticky-fingered spawn, and baristas with the thousand-yard stare of retail survivors.
The coffee? Yeah, the pour-overs are solid, I'll give 'em that. Beans so fresh they probably have a trust fund. Cups so pretty you almost forget you're paying rent for a latte. But the rest? You're chewing on a $17 sandwich while anchovies glare at you from the wall, unsold and pickled in the brine of late capitalism. The playlist is a carousel of Spotify hyphy and "safe" rap--background noise for folks who treat Oakland as a backdrop, not a home. It's a soundtrack for appropriation, not celebration.
Every visit, I see the same ritual: baristas (most of 'em cool, but avoid Lauren unless you like your pastries airborne and your day ruined) doing emotional labor for customers who treat the place like a WeWork with better lighting. I once caught Lauren behind Trader Joe's punting a pastry at a pigeon, muttering about making open-face sandwiches for a customer that droned on about the value day care and how it freed up their day.
That's the realest thing I've seen here.
The vibe? It's a haunted house of privilege. The owner's recent SFGate tantrum about a customer complaining over half-and-half prices says it all--if you want a profile in entitlement, just read his quotes about charging extra for ice and milk because "the ice costs money, believe it or not". Ain't Normal is the personification of privilege: prices up, empathy down, and the only thing inclusive is the Wi-Fi.
If you're looking for community, keep walking. If you want to see gentrification in action, pull up a seat and watch the spectacle. For real Bay Area spirit, hit Highwire down the street--less pretension, more soul.
Ain't Normal? Nah. It's exactly what you'd expect at the intersection of capital and culture. Welcome to the new Oakland: artisanal, appropriated, and unaffordable.