This venue is closed.
This Lower East Side coffeehouse has a few things distinguishing it from Starbucks—most notably a liquor license. The coffee counter loops around itself to form a snug back-of-the-room saloon that's a mirror reflection of the bagels-and-espresso side—minus the honeycomb of bookshelves and magazines that line the java half. Though the staff's distracted "What was that again'" service can be irritating as hell before you've been caffeinated in the AM, it's cheerful conversation fodder when it's midnight and you're drunk.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.