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Who said the Bohemian artiste is extinct in Greenwich Village? This cozy, crowded café and gallery still attracts plenty of literary types who come to read, write, and nibble well-made Mediterranean sandwiches, like avocado-zucchini panini, as they sip their cafes latte and au lait. Doma (“at home” in Czech) feels appropriately homey, with mismatched tables and chairs; customers are just as likely to plop down in the seat next to you with their blintzes or bundt cake as on the other side of the small room. And unlike some coffee joints where boisterous conversations and loud music predominate, the sound level here tends to muted and respectful. If you feel a little left out of the lit scene, or if you left home without your laptop, peruse the changing array of original artworks that grace the café’s walls, or dip into Doma’s well-stocked, built-in bookshelves. — Aimee Rawlins