Enough about photos, let's talk about the experience. This was my first visit to the legendary Café Gratitude, and I was instantly pleased to find it was humble and homey. I had expected it to be swank and natural-fiber-artsy for some reason, filled with solemn patrons alternately ingesting their manna and uttering spiritual affirmations. I imagined that I would be forced to walk into the center of a cavernous dining area, squinting beneath a spotlight, and proclaim my order to a reproachful priestess who would bellow, "'Dazzling?' Surely you're joking, bland fellow. You shall not sup upon "I Am Dazzling" in this House. You shall eat "I Am Foolish," instead. Now be gone."
|I Am Honoring|
While you are not required to, you may order your dishes by their "affirmation" titles rather than their prosaic titles. For example, the daily house special is called "I Am Celebrating," and the live burger is called "I Am Cheerful." When it came time to order, I had no qualms announcing to our affable server, "I Am Elated, and I Am Effervescent." (Though when I received the "effervescent" house ginger ale, it was clear it would have been more accurate to say, "I Am Overwhelmed By The Hot, Stinging Fist of Raw Ginger.")
|I Am Elated|
I Am Finished.