E. First Ave. The scent of estrogen hangs heavy over Arcadia Farms. Women of leisure and women of business gather to sip flavored teas and eat strawberry chicken salad, focaccia sandwiches and tarts of mushroom, spinach and goat cheese. Honey, they're to die for.
Friends meet, buss cheeks, exclaim over fashions.
But this is no tea room, and men need not fear penetrating an Amazon outpost. No lace tablecloths, no ferociously sweet cupids suspended from archways. Ladies who lunch here can boldly discuss everything from leg hair to leveraged buyouts. Coveted patio seating is located in the core of the restaurant, away from commercial street scenes and the smell of vehicular fumes. We believe Xena the warrior princess lunches here.