When I came in and sat down a man in a short-sleeved white button-up shirt askeed me if I wanted an espresso, reading my mind. The table is round, small, marble-topped, and when I first sat down it held a plastic stand filled with lotto tickets that I put onto the other chair and that was subsequently borrowed by someone else, after checking with me to make sure that I didn't want to play. The chairs are black metal, with lime green seat cushions. The floor is dirty with lottlo tickets and used granulated sugar tubes like the two that came with my coffee, though mine are unused. A German shepherd lies nearby, watching over the place and occasionally getting up to roam around like a magnificent lion surveying his kingdom.