He turned into Broadway and entered a brightly-lit cafe; but when he had taken his whisky and soda there seemed no reason for lingering.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
In front of a cafe as we drove past.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
I'll stand for the drinks, called a man from a corner of the cafe.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard