Friendly service. I was greeted by a long-haired man named Andrew. He had kind eyes that seemed to never look away. After I placed my order he engaged me in conversation "where are you from," "what will you do today," "where did you graduate-what did you study," etc. etc. etc. I sat down in my private wooden booth: its twisting logs and knotted lacquer table engulfed me. Looking up: the ceiling was perfect molding but had an old colonial feel. Large oak trees intertwined through the cafe (some fake, some real) and I felt as if I was in a tropical rain forrest. Andrew served my hot lentil soup with virgin olive oil dripping on the steamy hot bread. My chai was upgraded from a small to gigantic-in hopes I would return I'm assuming. We engaged in another casual conversation and I was left alone to devour my tea. I look forward to returning.
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