Well, of course it is. The darkly-wooded, rambling interior where you purchase coffee drinks and various comestibles, the vast under-the-trees-and-stars open patio, the central campus location: perfect for providing comfort in what might be a somewhat awkward situation: "Hi, are you Sylvia? I thought that might be you. What? Mark? No, my name is Charles!" The arachnoid name is supposed to give you the creeps, says co-owner Conrad; the place itself won't.
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