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The light green paint that covers the patio and walls draws you in. It is hard to resist entering the oddly inviting restaurant. Before you know it you’re looking at tablecloths seemingly straight from the 20’s with bright red cherries on them. The waitresses wear matching shirts with rainbow letters and the pastry case is full of things you usually only imagine eating. The mirrors on the walls reflect laughing and smiling faces along with irresistible plates of food. As your eyes float over the room the mismatch tables and chairs and wardrobes seem to tie the room together while simultaneously contrasting each other. The aroma of pancakes, bacon, and syrup is unavoidable and unforgettable. A sense of nostalgia and familiarity wash over you as memories of your grandma’s cooking come flooding back.

 A woman with long braids and one of the rainbow lettered t shirts visits each table and oddly enough knows everyone’s name. It seems as if each customer had experienced the same feelings and found their home within the bright green walls. It’s as if each person seated is part of a little community and they are bonded by the quality of the space, food, and people that make up this funny little restaurant. Although the atmosphere is calming you realize that every table in the room is full and the waitresses are basically running around. The cook, a latina lady no taller than five feet, is cranking out food like you’ve never seen. The sense of nostalgia remains as the picture of a well oiled machine floats through your mind. Of all the little pieces coming together to make this space what it is, they all seem to work together to create one amazing experience that unavoidably draws you in.