Description
Essentially, this is a library. Faint jazz or electronica tinkers in the background, but those who dare raise their voice above the clicking of lap top keys usually get sent home (by means of evil glares). Everyone appears to be craning their neck to see what the person next to them is reading a then, of course, making according judgments (note: Confederacy of Dunces was a hit). The cafA(c) has a slim selection of coffees, teas and cidersareasonable fare for getting to spend the afternoon in one of New Yorkas few (unofficial) whisper-only cafes.
