The café is plain but pleasant, with modern canvases by local artists hanging on the walls (each with price tag attached, like Nashville comedienne Minnie Pearl's hats). The bakery case runs nearly the length of one side. Near the back, there's a set of pantry shelves where you can pick up whole-wheat pastas, flaxseed granola and crackers, Torani syrups, sugar-free condiments, and low-everything cinnamon twists to dunk guilt-free in your morning java.
A restaurant like this can't be rated with stars. But at the end of our dinner, Hank had the final verdict. "I'd definitely come back here," he said. "I can eat most of this food without worrying -- and the prices are right so that I can eat here as often as I like. Anybody want that last bite of brownie?"