High, pressed ceiling; banquettes of golden wood line a wall. Soft saxophone jazz supplies a sense of serenity, something I appreciate after an hour of strenuous deep water aerobics in a raucous pool.
I ogle the offerings in the goodie case. “The bacon and chive roll is probably my favorite,” the barista tells me. “It’s buttery and savory and ….”
“You had me at ‘savory,'” I say. “I’ll take it!”
I’m not sorry.