This cozy local—exposed brick, soft pastels and sunbeams—hosts hipsters stocking up on large portions of comfort food the morning after the night before. Thick, coriander-infused pea soup delights, but there’s no sign of the promised fresh bread. Of five salads, the caesar arrives crisp, generously dressed and dusted with powdered parmesan. Thirty-two sandwiches come on calabrese, rye, multi-grain, white or homemade pita. The roasted chicken with avocado, sun-dried tomato and alfalfa is succulent, the whole wheat pita warm and soft. Eggs Norwegian disappoints with untoasted, waterlogged English muffin, accidentally cooked smoked salmon and disconcerting coriander-flavoured hollandaise. Home fries are crispy and mildly spiced with garlic and paprika. A mixed-berry smoothie (it was sold out on one visit) and cookies and pies (when available) stand in for dessert. The kitchen is slow; servers are confused but friendly.