Weatherstone Coffee & Trading Co., which opened in 1974 as Sacramento's first coffeehouse, will be officially rechristened Saturday as Old Soul at The Weatherstone, signalling a change in ownership, program and decor.
Tim Jordan and Jason Griest, owners of the young but prospering Old Soul Co. in a warehouse fronting the alley connecting 17th and 18th streets between Capitol Avenue and L Street, have bought Weatherstone and will open it in its latest incarnation at 6 a.m. tomorrow.
Guests can expect new lighting, new paint, new seating, longer hours and an expanded menu. And more changes are coming, including additional furnishings and possibly beer and wine, says Griest.
Jordan and Griest will continue to operate Old Soul Co. as a coffee roaster, lunch spot, bakery and casual hangout. At the Weatherstone, they'll be serving their organic coffees, specialty teas, pastries and breads, and gradually extending cuisine.
On March 8, Old Soul will continue its popular participation in Second Saturday, and Jordan and Griest also will add Weatherstone to the art stroll with music by Lovepile and art by James Cameron.
Old Soul at The Weatherstone, 812 21st St., will be open 6 a.m. to 11 p.m. daily.


Five years ago, my son Justin and I had an amazing run of good luck while fishing in the Sea of Cortez off Cabo San Lucas. Within a few hours, we'd reeled in a husky blue marlin and a boatload of dorado, a.k.a. mahimahi. The marlin we immediately released, but the dorado that we didn't give the capitan we bagged and turned over to the chef at the resort where we were staying, Esperanza. We asked him if he could base each course of our dinner that night on the dorado, whose delicately sweet white flesh tends to the firm and lean, though not as dense as swordfish, with which it often is compared.
"Cedar hope chest, all memory and hope."
If you thought the weather in Sacramento this weekend was pleasant, you should have been in Dallas, where temperatures rose into the 70s under skies blue and still. Unfortunately, I only got to enjoy spring's early tease as I walked between the Magnolia Hotel and the Dallas Convention Center, where along with about 60 other wine judges I was sequestered in a ballroom staring at a large white screen where our scores were projected for debate and tabulation.




