Everyone at the bar is watching dubbed soap operas on a TV mounted up in one corner, the volume turned up appropriately. There's a bumper game, an electronic dartboard, and a video game.The small, stone-walled table area is deserted except for myself. The few, mostly inappropriately-sized artworks that hang on the walls look as though they were picked up at the last neighborhood garage sale. Not unpleasant to look at, they just have that random garage-sale-find quality.

No sugar cubes today, only a black tube of powdered sugar. The lucky streak is broken.