A delightfully peculiar café hidden away in the heart of the old bazaar, brimming with knickknacks, an old television set and loud Western music. Beverages are limited to tea, coffee, spirits and soft drinks, the former two being at the mercy of a hot water machine that was broken at the time of writing. Popular with grungy local teenagers, at the top of the rickety stairs find a further space dedicated to the art of bad graffiti and chilling out.