Fox in the Snow Café. It's as good as they say. On a lazy spring break afternoon, the atmosphere was relaxed rather than rowdy, hakuna matata rather than hustle bustle. It didn't feel pretentious, it felt organic: the decor was decidedly clean and plain rather than posh- an aesthetic evident even in the dozen or so potted plants that, while lively and beautiful, were in no way gaudy.
Simple. Yes, simple yet elegant; a haiku of cafes and bakeries. Every single item offered at Fox in the Snow Café- from "espresso" to "egg sandwich", "hot chocolate" to "hand-pie"- fits on a single, modest board: 10 or so beverages in one column and 10 or so food items in the other, written in large, unimposing letters. From the modest labels and the complete lack of even the simplest of adjectives (even neglecting to place "blueberry" in front of "hand-pie"), it is clear that the baristas and pastry chefs at Fox in the Snow Café feel it far better that food and drink should taste good, not sound good. No frills, just flavor.
In honor of this rustic motif, I'll let my words be few:
Egg sandwich: superb.
Hand-pie: blueberry. (and delightful)