wo suns? My pasty ass barely survives the cancer-emitting rays of one. Sorry, that was a bit melancholic. This breakfast joint has a kid pen to placate your children while you breakfast on eggs and their friends (my ex-roommate, while an undergrad, took a course called "The Sun and its Friends;" seriously). With live entertainment in the evenings and decent bean beverages, this café runs a gamut (what the hell is a gamut?). - S.T.