How can this be? Well, I have sniffed this out and found there can be only one logical conclusion: The owners are aliens and this suburban jazz haunt is their front. This is their way of trying to set up shop and blend in and pass themselves off as normal. But being aliens they aren't very adept at reading the cultural landscape. They are ignorant of the extreme drop-off of hipness as you venture deeper into the Johnson County suburbscape.
Now the city is where you open a jazz club. Any five-year old living here knows that. But these aliens, they have that affliction that plagues many visitors to a foreign land--they lump us all together --which is why they think they can open a jazzy coffeeshop in extreme southern Leawood and not blow their cover.
Who are they kidding? They think I'm not going to start asking questions when I have to drive past twelve gated communities to find this place tucked away inside a hulking shopping strip next to a Walgreens and a gift shop? Well, I'm on to them, and I'm going to be watching them.