I am behind schedule with an early afternoon meeting looming and weighty work-related issues burdening my brain. Glancing around as we walk through a tiny dining room, my friend and I see no empty tables. Great. And not only that, but my first impression is that the place is like some crazy aunt's co-op: Each corner, shelf or floor space holds seemingly unrelated stuff, with 1,200 square feet of clutter in a 600-square-foot space. That perception, along with several others, will change.