The tables are square, dark maroon, and the chairs are wooden. My ashtray is round, clear glass. My cup is tan, nine-sided with a golden rim. The saucer is pastel green with a golden rim as well. The sugar sits powdered in a white tube that simply says "SUCRE" on it. Dance music is pumping. Earlier we heard a dance version of "I Wear My Sunglasses At Night."

The tables outside are round and have purple and gold cane wicker chairs. The lighting inside is dim, though there are lots of lights hanging from the ceiling -- either orange and red cylinders or black boxes with shapes hole-punched out of them. Strange pink and blue amoebic forms are attached to the bar counter. The sides of the café are open, and purple and tan curtains hang on the edges.