Stairwell Aficionado
I asked for a Cafe Au Lait, and the barista lowered her head and bull-charged me through the wall and into Our Town Books next door. She looked down on my crumpled body in the mystery novels, put a pair of shades on, and whispered, "Matadors have to pay a cover charge."
This stairwell gets 4 Nancy Drew coffee grinder murder weapons out of 5.
