I stopped into a cafe I'd read about online called The Book Club for lunch. It was charming with its mismatched furniture and artsy vibe, though I feared that in the end it might be a bit twee (and this from a man whose outfit was compared to Sherlock Holmes about a half hour before). My concerns were allayed when my delicious lamb shank arrived and they played Dire Straits' "Sultans of Swing" twice!