If Garbes’ review of JoAnna’s Soul Cafe got you hungry for gumbo, honey-dipped fried chicken, and such, but the parenthetical prices got you mournful about the state of your wallet, get yourself to the Rose Pedal Cafe, for Ms. Helen is back. (One of her previous returns is documented here.) The name of the place puts you in mind of riding a bicycle made of flowers directly into Ms. Helen’s loving embrace, does it not?