This is one of those places that you almost don't want to share, so you can enjoy keeping it to yourself a little longer.
I had passed it on the streetcar several times and saw the hip crowd spilling out onto the street to smoke and chat - but, due to the sign, "Cafe Dong Phuong", I was confused and just thought it was a really cool neighborhood Vietnamese restaurant.
Who doesn't love a jukebox? And this one has one of the best selections in the city - rivaling even the Communists Daughter.
I also *loved* their washrooms. Wallpapered with yearbook pages from the sixties, it was amusing to read all the anachronistic career aspirations.