Although Karen’s looks like what it is – a roadside café – when you walk in the door it feels like a home kitchen. There’s all kinds of chatter going on among folks at the counter and the cook behind the pass-through window and the waitress, who is the cook’s daughter. Above the window to the kitchen a sign says Therapy, and while the sign may be a joke, it is quite apparent that the regulars who gather at this counter and at the tables to the left come to Karen’s for sustenance that is as much social as it is nutritious.