Some would say that the Founder’s Cafe looks like a church; perhaps because it is adjacent to a church and shares a few of the prominent architectural details.
Some might say that the Founder’s Cafe looks like a school; that is understandable given that it used to be the Pioneer School.
Still others may say that the Founder’s Cafe looks like a Founders House. But those people are crazy – there is no such thing as a Founders House.
The inside of the Founder’s Cafe is comforting. There are many counters to accommodate regular Founders, though this morning Bo and Dave were the sole occupants of the establishment. Well, Bo, Dave, and some founders. Presumably the founders were equally displeased at the lights in the corner that sporadically turned on and off.
Bo ordered the Denver, which appealed to his ranching days in the West. The server cautioned that the coefficient of friction of the peppers was close to zero. Dave remarked to Bo that the Greek letter “μ” denotes the coefficient of friction. Bo responded with “Duh. I already mu that.” Dave opted for the Benny which promised to resurrect fond memories of his days at the lemon parsley aioli farm.
The Benny was worth the ten-minute wait. The lemon parsley aioli seamlessly integrated with the other components of the sandwich, yielding an optimal flavor-to-ingredient ratio. An artisan, synergetic creation; no one ingredient made a power grab for leadership.
As advertised, the friction-defying creation spilled out of Bo’s sandwich before he even got a chance to eat it. The bread wasn’t as bready as other breakfast establishments. Instead, it perfectly toed the line between not-bready-enough and gourmet-bready.
Pricing was reasonable. Flavor was great. Atmosphere was spooky (the flashing lights). Service was good.
Don’t Miss: The lemon parsley aioli. Seriously. It’s really good.
Pro Tip: Parking looks to be hit or miss. Early bird gets the worm parking spot.
