Welcome to Mystical Spores Cafe

Once upon a Tuesday, a man named Gerald came in looking for brunch and left with a spellbook tucked under his arm. "It was a birthday gift accidentally switched with my sister’s. She gets me nothing but trouble. Happy 42, Marlene!" he chuckled. Just then, a table lamp flickered spontaneously, as if agreeing with him. Gerald squinted. "Do they do that here?"

Our barista, half-elf and fully confused, replied, "Sometimes they just wanna dance, you know?” And indeed, the lamp never did stop its jittery jig that afternoon.

And therein lies the magic, or perhaps just a plug issue. But who are we to fix what isn't broken?