I've long dreamed of operating a small cafe with a big kitchen garden and lots of patio space--a place where people would feel welcomed when they walked in and satisfied when they walked out. A place where the menu reads like a picaresque of peculiar culinary history and ethnobotanical intrigue. A place where local artists display their latest rendition of a beet/beat. A place where loitering is encouraged. Good comestibles and good company--all in goodly portions. Until then . . .