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The It list: The Purple Plate Cafe

By HELEN ANNE TRAVIS
Published October 20, 2006


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The Purple Plate Cafe is located inside Chuck's Natural Food Marketplace, 114 N Kings Ave.

You know IT when you find IT: it's something unique, something out of the way, something you could find only at one particular set of coordinates. It could be a masterful pedicure, a perfect waffle, a surly waiter, a greasy spoon. Divine or just delightfully dreadful, it's something that reminds you why you live here. We encourage you to send us your own picks, finds and hidden treasures. E-mail us at brandon@sptimes.com.

A few extra minutes at lunchtime, some leftover money from a frugal weekend and a guilty conscience over yesterday's drive-through dinner: the recipe for lunch at the Purple Plate Health Cafe.

You wait in line, eyeing the bowls of lentil salad, wilted field greens and spaghetti squash with pesto. You've been in line 10 minutes, but it's okay, you have time today. Besides, the teenagers with Mohawks in front of you make for good people watching.

A sample of wheat grass? Why not? Thank you.

The woman behind the counter hands you a plate piled high with vinegary greens. The smell tickles your nose.

You make your way to the register. Another line. But the new-age magazines and organic chocolate stacked on the counter distract you while you wait.

Your bill comes to $10. Turns out that wheat grass sample wasn't free.

Back to the office. You eat your lunch by the romantic blue glow of the computer. You're stuffed.

When you get in your car at the end of the day, it still smells like vinegar.

[Last modified October 19, 2006, 07:48:18]


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