This airy, sunny café has found its niche: weekday lunches for the local workforce. Set in a landscape of plazas and hydro towers, this cheerful room—avocado green walls, etched glass windows, hardwood floors—is matched by equally cheerful servers and menu offerings: soups, salads, sandwiches, wraps, breakfast items, pastas and daily specials. A clubhouse wrap arrives grilled and stuffed with juicy fillings, but the promised sun-dried cranberry aïoli is MIA; the side soup, potato bacon, is bland. A decent spinach salad is marred by fridge-flavoured pistachio-crusted goat cheese. A massive portion of French toast—two huge, thick slices of challah, swollen with cinnamon-scented egg dip—comes swathed in a brûléed spread of banana, brown sugar, maple syrup and raspberry coulis. A short but acceptable wine and beer list; coffees and teas are good. Homemade pasta sauce, granola, preserves and pepper sauce are sold by the jar.