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The coffee was strong and good, so I assume it was the real thing and not some caffeine-free chickory alternative. I was sitting back, enjoying the java when our server returned and asked, expectantly, if we were ready to answer the question of the day. I had forgotten it.
"What would you like to be acknowledged for?" the young woman repeated, looking to each of us for a glimmer of intelligence. No one rose to the occasion (you don't have to answer out loud, the servers assure you, so it can be like a birthday wish mulled as the candles are lighted), and we left the matter behind altogether when we left the restaurant. I felt like we'd let Café Gratitude down, but it's a fact as sure as rice milk: Not everyone is up to the good intentions of this dining venue.
Don't get me wrong. I appreciate that Café Gratitude wants to change the world. And I'll be back — but just to eat.