I liked the handsome interior of cafe area, the polished marble-patterned table tops gleaming next to comfortable cushiony chairs, the tastefully decorative carpets and the tie-dye orange of the walls and beams blending into the colour of clouds in a violet sunset behind the cafe counter. Just the right colour to match the cheerful, easygoing folks behind the counters.
I also liked the wonderfully constructed sandwich, perfectly sized, an even balance of good roast beef dabbed with horseradish mayo and contrasted with lettuce and tomato. Rye would have been a better choice, but sourdough always brings out a certain longing, even far away from its native land. It's sufficiently soft and slightly springy, with a tiny tang. Reading the menu, the other sandwiches looked good too, all seemingly simple, effective combinations.
A shortbread crescent (from Latoka, no?) has its richness enhanced by smalls bits of chopped nuts, but the best part is the half dipped in chocolate that gives off a brilliant snap as the hard thin chocolate breaks in a bite. (Great that they keep them in chilled.) The dry buttery crumble of shortbread is very pleasant against the red woodsy tanins of a loose tea darjeeling served in a broad comforting mug.
Thanks to the many many chowhounds who've recommended this place.