“Hello? Hellooooo?” huffed one silk-shirted gentleman who lingered several minutes without service by an unattended meat counter one recent Thursday afternoon.

Sure, there's some lunch-hour action in the upper-level food court. But the spacious grocery aisles looked desolate. The near total lack of hustle and bustle seemed to leave the dozen or so patrons in a lethargic daze, seemingly hypnotized by the maze of organic teas and spelt-made pastas.

One dreadlocked gentleman sporting cargo shorts stared for nearly 10 whole minutes at an expansive selection of syrup in the coffee aisle.

Molasses, anyone?