What's not to love? Just off of the Sunnyside train station, in a charming old brick building. The coffee flows freely and the food is outstanding, from light yogurt parfaits to decadent french toast.
There is one hinky thing though. Every time I leave Vendome there's a lingering smell in my clothes. It isn't the pleasant aroma that surrounds you when you're in the cafe, instead it's a weird-not-very-nice-sitting-in-a-hot-car-with-a-box-of-pizza smell. Vendome's awesome enough though that I go back all the time.