At our regular place, they know about what time we are going to be there, what we are going to order, and how we like our food heated. They make us feel special; that is their job. But on Saturday, after sleeping in, we quickly headed down to the Farmer's Market without having breakfast. Instead of doing our usual, we headed east and had coffee and the best lemon tarts in town at a place where they do not know us. It was a nice change.