Deep sigh. Like many things - I appreciate the fact that someone goes to the effort rethink the established ways of doing things and actually delivers something new and unproven, but there is something about Cafe Grattitude and it's rule-based structure that is stifling. Deep down, all this vegan, sauces-that-tastes-like-dairy-but-isn't seems to be going in the wrong direction - far away from happiness. It's a little bit like the earthy crunchy version of breast implants. You can't be angry, sad or disappointed or unknowing. Instead you see yourself bigger than you are. Indeed, the options are: I am beautiful, I am effervescent, and I am worthy (kale, beet, celery, apple & ginger tonic). So unBuddhist. But maybe that's not what they are shooting for -- and if so, that's a good thing.
Other than that, the food was good, and reasonably priced (except for the price of the soup and that's my bias -- personally I just don't understand how a bowl of soup is $9. Come on guys, it's soup). The "I am passionate" pizza with side salad was satisfactory. And there is a nice fireplace, and they serve alcohol. But I have to admit, there's something more human and real about going to a Vietnamese restaurant and seeing families eat pho together -- not saying much, a bit bored with each other, but eating. Just regular folks eating, and that I like, and am grateful for.
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