We loved the Café Sage, the thoughtful hyper-local pastries-cum-light fare coffee shop near Penn Station, calling our review "Food as Haiku." Everything there was purposely slow, careful, and intense. One of the managers, Dane Nester, even cultivated his own honey for the project. Well, almost immediately after the review, Nester and his partner got the boot from the space's owner, who kept the name but not the charm, or virtually anything else-except a big, blown-up copy of our review in the window. Just so you know, the food is not at all the same. And we feel like it is dishonest on the new managers' part to pretend otherwise.