“font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Verdana;”>This month’s Café Soul rolled in deep like Adele’s tea-and-crumpeted shape rolls onto concert stages. When I carelessly drifted into The Loft last Friday, I expected a full-on soulful extravaganza. Luckily, the lineup gave me just that. I was welcomed to a flashback of my lovely time at the Anita Baker tribute last month by Ife Jacobs who served the crowd with Baker’s “Rapture.” The highlight of the night for me was one who could have easily be fooled as Miguel’s cousin from Highcheekboneville, GA that offered the second helping of Prince’s “Purple Rain” that night. Reminiscent of Randy Watson’s “Greatest Love of All” scene from “Coming to America” sans Soul Glow jheri curl, ole boy gave a serenade of all serenades. What was funny is that he professed that he was a bit hoarse and to bear with him… yet he immediately lapsed into a bay at the moon. As this former American Idol hopeful skipped from the stage to the floor to give the gift of wail to a girl’s face, I quietly gasped. This is the stuff that definitely makes Café Soul the one stop shop for memorable moments.