Agapé is the Greek word for a love that gives without expecting anything in return. It's the kind of love a cook has when they plate something they're proud of, the kind a farmer has when they leave the last tomato on the vine one more day.
We opened in a small room on Market Lane because the neighborhood felt like the right place for a slower kind of morning. A few stools at the counter, a long shared table by the window, a kitchen that's never really hidden.
The menu starts with whoever's at the farmers' market that week. If the squash is good, you'll see squash. When the tomatoes turn, we'll change everything overnight. Our coffee is roasted nearby and arrives in small bags with the name of the farm still on them.
We hope you stay a while.