Dealing with the loss of a pet can be difficult, from missing their welcome when you walk in the door, to missing when they didn't try to eat your face because you logically reanimated them at the old Indian burial ground. Wait, Mr. Rumples, what are youARGGHGHH! Maybe it's better just to name something after them, like Bobo's Market and Cafe.
Named for one of the owners' dearly departed dogs, Bobo's is a quaint nook located in the former Rotofugi space, replacing the futuristic toys with old shelves and wardrobes culled from estate sales, and tables made from antique wooden work stations rimmed with rusted metal, which isn't twisted, as that's only found on play stations. They're serving up sammies on fresh baguettes, avail both top-your-own style with all-natural deli meats and unusual condiments like brandade, olive spread, and Sriracha, and as toasted set numbers, like salmon & cucumber, and mascarpone w/ smoked black cod, a treatment that becomes more worrisome applied to lungfish. They're also doling out sweets from a real live French pastry chef, including sugar-studded brioche, flaky apple chausson, rotating flavors of macarons, and delicate opera cake, so delicious you and your party won't be Les Mis.
There's also a small grocery section stocked with Euro coffees, condiments from whole-grain mustards to aged balsamics, and locally made honey from Beeline, which you'll want to make away from Mr. Rumples -- sometimes it's a bad idea to raise the woof.