Unit 3C.

That is how the state carries the address. The café’s own ordering page writes the same unit the other way round, C3, which is the sort of thing that happens to a room that shares a building. The licence is 6501914, type code 2010, the state’s number for a permanent food service operation, and the record on it opens on the thirty-first of July.

Here is the part that matters if you were thinking of going this week. La Roseta Cafe is closed on Fridays.

It is closed on Mondays too, which is ordinary. Friday is not. Those are the café’s own published hours: Monday closed, Tuesday through Thursday eight to three, Friday closed, Saturday and Sunday eight to five. Two dark days, and one of them is Friday.

Now the other thing, and I went looking for it three ways.

There is no price on anything.

Not on a menu, not on the ordering page, not on the listing. Six menus are published on the café’s own site: Breakfast, Lunch, Bakery, Coffee and Espresso, Bar Menu, Marketplace. Every one of them names the items and describes them in full, and not one of them carries a figure. Avocado toast with chili flakes and pickled onions on sourdough. A croque Cuban, ham and chorizo and Swiss on a toasted baguette. Truffle mortadella with provolone and lemon artichoke spread and a drizzle of honey on ciabatta, burrata with basil pesto and prosciutto and salami and aged balsamic on focaccia, a fig and prosciutto flatbread, a chicken salad with crisp apples on a buttery croissant, seven breakfast items, seven lunch items, six bakery items, and a rose latte with a rose sugar rim and actual rose petals in it. A wine list with tasting notes for six bottles and a price for none of them.

The bomboloni get a manifesto. In Italy, the site says, bomboloni are little celebrations, and there are three standing flavours, limoncello and nocciola and fragola, plus a new destination-inspired one each month.

No number anywhere on any of it.

I went to the ordering page, which is the place a price hides when a site is built pretty. The page loads, gives the address as 210 Saint George Street Unit C3, quotes pickup at ten to twenty minutes, and then says: ordering is closed for now.

I looked at the listing. Four point nine stars across seven reviews. No price band published there either.

Seven reviews. Eight weeks.

I am not going to tell you that is bad, because I do not know what seven reviews means on a stretch of street where a room can be full of people who will never open an app about it, and because the most reviewed rooms in this county are nowhere near downtown. A bar and grill in a Murabella suite off Capulet Drive was carrying 4.3 stars across 1,095 reviews on the same day, off the same kind of page.

What I want to know before walking down there, and what the café has published six full menus and an ordering page and a loyalty programme without once answering, is what a croque Cuban costs at a table on St. George Street at nine in the morning. The menu does not say. Neither does the ordering page, and the ordering page is closed.

So: Tuesday to Thursday, eight to three. Saturday and Sunday, eight to five. You will find out the price when you get there.