Lona and Steve Thompson are in the middle of the queue Saturday, out in the nose-numbing cold for 15 minutes, not quite close enough to read the âPeople Hate Us On YELPâ sign on the front door of this small cafe strung with paper lanterns, hung with eclectic art, adorned with Mr. Potato Heads and plastic dinosaurs, and filled with the smells of simmering soups.
How are they?
âFreezing,â says Lona. âWeâve been here since 11:15, and we havenât moved.â
Thatâs because most of the line for what Grateful Bread is serving â soup and cinnamon rolls and scones and plate-sized cookies and hearty mac and cheese and vegan pizza â is snaking around the tables