The Continental has long been one of my favorite haunts/caffeine scores/declamation areas. It's almost totally atmosphere-free, but that's where a lot of cool people have hung out for years, if only drinking coffee and eating the meringues, baklavas, and luscious Honey Bars.
But you eat there, too - and very well for decent prices. They have gyros and spanikopticka and Nagasaki and fetid cheese and all that Greek stuff. It's really good, seriously. Just hard to spell.
I'm a habitué, and it just seems like authors and relics from the ‘60s and artists and such are always coming in. It's a place that can give that "second living room" feeling without trying to. Or there's Starbucks next door if you're a total write-off.
by El Gallo
Monkey Junction, Newfoundland, Afghanistan
December 19, 2004
From journal IGO U DIZ