The wood of our tables was marked for the firewood pile.  Felled in Rock Island, Illinois, they’ve come a long way to become the tabletops in our humble café.  You’ll find that each one is unique, concealing a long history with in its rings (We’ve tried to count the rings but we keep on getting lost.)  What kinds of trees they are is a matter of debate.  Some say soft elm, some say cedar, others red elm.  We’d love for someone to come in and help us settle the matter.

We invite you to come sit at one, count the rings, and enjoy some coffee or pastry upon them.