Nobel Peace Prize nominee, teacher, advocate, musician, and poet of questionable talent Sri Chinmoy was the Kris Kristofferson of enlightenment. For reasons we don’t need to fully understand, some of his school’s meditation students are on a mission to make breakfast in Seattle a better thing.

Servers are mainly graying, sari-wrapped disciples, but beyond that and the woo-woo name, the café is fairly hip and nondenominational. It’s cute, actually—white tables and blue walls with simple outlines of birds create a place of sincere peace and cheer that’s mostly devoid of giggle-inducing details (well, except for an 8“x10“ photo of Chinmoy in gym shorts deadlifting some improbable amount of weight).

Love is undoubtedly one of the main ingredients in the food. Fluffy omelettes, perfectly toasted fresh bread, zesty home fries of the chunky, real potato variety—these dishes are well crafted, and prove that you don’t have to leave brunch in a grease coma. The soy bacon sucks, of course, but that’s an universal fact of life we need to accept without emotion. Better is the signature dish: sweet potato biscuits with cashew gravy.

The lunch menu is too heavy on the fake meats, but the simpler dishes like salads, grilled cheese sandwiches on thick sourdough bread, and simple Indian curries and lentil soups, are winners. Service is friendly and prompt, if a bit glassy-eyed.