Sunday morning on Telegraph Avenue is sleepy, probably because most of its denizens don't get out of bed until noon. But it's the best time to go to Cody's. The staff seems to recognize its Sunday regulars, and recommendations and smiles will make you feel it's your own private library. The magazines are stocked, the Sunday Times is for sale, and you can be alone in an aisle for an hour without any pesky customers reaching around you for a McSweeney's. Cody's has the best recent release tables for both fiction and nonfiction, and the aroma of baking chocolate-chip cookies from Bay King next door will woo you into the children's section. Once the clock hits eleven, though, the masses begin to trickle in, and by noon the Avenue begins living up to its reputation. Time to saunter home and read.
Readers' Pick: Cody's