Here I was thinking that I could get a good martini, listen to Bobby Short sing some Cole Porter, smoke a Chesterfield King without being looked askance at, and, instead, I find myself in a coffee shop?
Where’s Heywood Broun when you need him?
Don’t worry, we can handle everyone here.
I’m minding the register at the moment, but Eutychus should be by shortly to take your order. If you’re lucky, he’ll be wearing the cocktail waitress outfit.
But plnnr, I thought we could drink and compare notes on alcohol and fine cigars here too. Even though this is a coffee shop, I thought I saw a sommelier around here somewhere.
[celestina goes off to search for that sommelier]