Wow. I just came back from one my worst dining experiences in Portland. This new cafe on E. Burnside, near the Jupiter, has everything wrong going on. We went for a late breakfast at 2 ("served until 5"according to the menu). The unprofessional service was nearly comical (2 waiters, maybe 6 tables between them). They were out of bacon, crumpets, and the "homemade bread" (yes, toast is a la carte in this breakfast spot) was "white". And though I counted about 6 employees scurrying about, none of them had thought to have clean knives available. We were brought one butter knife to share. My egg (yes, ONE egg) Florentine was baked atop a leaf or 2 of spinach in a small ramekin, served with a small salad and some warmish potatoes. I'd have killed for some toast. And that took at least 25 minutes to get at a relatively quiet moment. Do you think the chef/owner might have bothered to make eye contact as we were leaving and ask, "How was it?". Clearly no one dared.