But do they serve coffee?

Eve Fairbanks had one of those irritating pieces made to order for The New Republic house style, whereby the writer condescendingly hovers above her subject without actually telling you anything meaningful about it — in this case, my (thankfully) former neighbor: Busboys and Poets.

So, take it from me: Forget the execrable Amiri Baraka-style poetry and hastily-edited left wing tracts and pamphlets on offer in the bookstore section. The only thing you need to know is that you will get charged over $10 for a mediocre cup of coffee and an inedible slice of carrot cake. If this is the new Democratic hot spot, they can have it.