Summary: It’s 5:15 p.m. at Orson’s Belly in the Richmond District. A 40-something wearing a septum ring says hello to Cigdem Onat-Salur, who runs the cafe with her husband, Cem Salur. She pivots between the shiny La Marzocco espresso machine and the wooden four-seat bar next to it. “How are you?” asks Onat-Salur, her wide smile and sparkling eyes framed by stylish dark bangs. “The ushe? Four?” The customer nods assent; Onat-Salur pulls the espresso shots into a ceramic mug.
