Flavourless foam on a very light watery brew, may as well be gas. A sprinkling of powder to hide the pale shame, like makeup on an aging starlet.
Old concrete floors, weathered furniture. burgundy decor.
A bar counter at the entrance interrogates you, and the sole waitress mostly ignores you.
Make sure your memory is good, because the little menu on the outside window is the last you'll see. Reasonably priced food, quite tasty, but you may have to go and find the food yourself. Good chips.
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