Our hearts sank when we saw Cafe Papa. It was hard to believe this place could possibly be worth reviewing; it looked like your standard pizza carry-out. A guy in a baseball cap and stained apron stood outside, chatting with a couple in a car; inside, there was a case holding a few cakes, with a kitchen behind that, and no seating whatsoever.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else," I murmured, but right then the man in the apron hurried back in.