Having lived in San Francisco and Brooklyn, epicenters of hipster America, this is the first cafe I've ever been to where my water came in mason jars. Whether that's a positive is up to your personal preferences.
The coffee is great, the food is terrible (my salad was watery and wilty, my friend's arepa was meh), but the space itself is airy and inviting, so three stars on average. A nice little oasis among the antique shops on Main St.