“For the sake of desirable communal health, Kosta Bowls will be your custodians. Clients surrender ourselves to receiving generously sized portions of refreshing Godsend of Manna in a veritable oasis of health-food stores. Ah, Conway, true land of milk and honey for us at-home patrons strolling bi-weekly, unwittingly in need of a higher power performing unspoken weight management under divinely proscribed increasing girth cinching providence upon us. God help us! The Atlantic Oatmeal's so hearty, I'll shovel it in two hours before noon knowing I won't need to eat anything again until late-night. A tepid, neutral room-temperature lodge-like setting, Kosta Bowls being a shadowy, mostly naturally lit ambient, it cloaks the quickly rotating, equally multi-faceted interchanging helpers: Serving, cleaning, administering to palming tenderly whirring blenders imbued with a sterile unseen distance separated by a doorjamb as a barrier. The unreality is of the blenders being within arm's reach behind the counter, but the unreality is that the sound is as if inside of a wet room without noisy echoes. Every sound has been isolated and softened, as if in a 1990s sitcom where everyone takes their turns and everything has its place. The dense driftwood tables along with equivalently massive floorboards make a sharp staccato of anything that makes noise as screeching chairs slide back... everything is intentional, echo-located to embrace the elbows and overstuffed coats of a never-present crowd... where are all the customers?? The humble entrance serving as the dining hall with the money-makers grinding methodically, ice and all, into smaller-and-smaller, is laid out as though you could touch the far ends of the restaurant by simply outstretching your arms, its beauty in its simplicity, like an old-timey diner. The Tween-Cherubim Helpers lull lazily between clients, singing along to coffee-house music, 'equally attuned to jazz or classical... It's a great place for kids. Driving down Main Street, you always see a parent with a stroller in the restaurant's outdoor seating. I predict a new detail on the menu of a zero calorie full sugar replacement. But, that was the complaint about Manna, they say it's kind of insipid. Yup-yup. All five stars.“
“For the sake of desirable communal health, Kosta Bowls will be your custodians. Clients surrender ourselves to receiving generously sized portions of refreshing Godsend of Manna in a veritable oasis of health-food stores. Ah, Conway, true land of milk and honey for us at-home patrons strolling bi-weekly, unwittingly in need of a higher power performing unspoken weight management under divinely proscribed increasing girth cinching providence upon us. God help us!
The Atlantic Oatmeal's so hearty, I'll shovel it in two hours before noon knowing I won't need to eat anything again until late-night.
A tepid, neutral room-temperature lodge-like setting, Kosta Bowls being a shadowy, mostly naturally lit ambient, it cloaks the quickly rotating, equally multi-faceted interchanging helpers: Serving, cleaning, administering to palming tenderly whirring blenders imbued with a sterile unseen distance separated by a doorjamb as a barrier.
The unreality is of the blenders being within arm's reach behind the counter, but the unreality is that the sound is as if inside of a wet room without noisy echoes.
Every sound has been isolated and softened, as if in a 1990s sitcom where everyone takes their turns and everything has its place. The dense driftwood tables along with equivalently massive floorboards make a sharp staccato of anything that makes noise as screeching chairs slide back... everything is intentional, echo-located to embrace the elbows and overstuffed coats of a never-present crowd... where are all the customers??
The humble entrance serving as the dining hall with the money-makers grinding methodically, ice and all, into smaller-and-smaller, is laid out as though you could touch the far ends of the restaurant by simply outstretching your arms, its beauty in its simplicity, like an old-timey diner.
The Tween-Cherubim Helpers lull lazily between clients, singing along to coffee-house music, 'equally attuned to jazz or classical... It's a great place for kids.
Driving down Main Street, you always see a parent with a stroller in the restaurant's outdoor seating.
I predict a new detail on the menu of a zero calorie full sugar replacement. But, that was the complaint about Manna, they say it's kind of insipid. Yup-yup. All five stars.“