content: When I lived in Charlotte (for, like, three weeks), I survived on iced soy lattes and the flourless Lorins Torte from Salara.  However, every other item I had the pleasure of tasting was equally exquisite...pecan tartlets, big chunky chocolate chip cookies, rich fudgy brownies, sweet-tangy lemon squares...each precious moment, each tender crumb savored more than the last.   I don't miss Charlotte, but I do miss Salara.\n\nThey also used to offer this incredible meal special that included an appetizer or salad, dinner entree, and dessert for around $20.00.  These savory lunches and dinners were also fantastic, but with a brightly lit, 12-foot refrigerator case full of delectable sweets, my personal priorities were on glaring and incessant display.  (When I lived in Charlotte I worked here, and I'm pretty sure I became a diabetic during that brief stint.  But oh, so worth it.)\n\nThe atmosphere is, as stated, mellow.  A smooth natural stone bar cascades from the entryway like a veritable granite-brick road of inebriation, leading you to that glowing Emerald City of a dessert case.   Eat up, my pretties...\n\nFrom a server's point of view, you will never find an easier computer system to work with.  It's honestly idiot-proof, which may even work to Salara's disadvantage (addressing an issue posed by the previous review), as idle servers will tend to find something to do that has nothing to do with serving.  \n\nBut serving is not a one-way job; don't be afraid to express your feelings to your servers.  Tell them your hopes, dreams, and preferred meat temperatures.  Communication is the key to any successful relationship.  If you treat your server like a one-night stand, they'll do the same to you.  You'll both lie awake at night, lousy with guilt, poring over what went wrong between that first cheery hello and the crappy-tip farewell.  \n\nAnd someday, when you've long forgotten this crime of silence, you'll pass each other in the street, exchanging lingering \""do-I-know-you?\"" glances, only to remember all too well that yes, to your mutual shame, you most certainly have met before.