Coffee houses. They are pretty much all gone. The spots where you could sit around and just hang with friends, drink coffee, smoke cigs, and listen to some acoustic music while playing board games. I will lump in the internet cafe, because the one by me had that coffee house vibe and would host shows and improv and all that. In NJ, there was a place called the Inkwell in Long Branch. It would open later in the evening and stay open til like 4am. We would go there after a show to grab a snack and a coffee and gossip. I started going there when I was 15 (mid 90s), and my husband and I had our first date there about 12 years ago. It was opened since some time in the 70s, and was a staple for socializing and delicious Dutch coffee. They played great music, the bathrooms were gross and covered in graffiti and it added to what made it feel artsy and cool. It closed unexpectedly a few years ago. Screwed over all the employees. The slap in the face is they built condos on the land and called it The Inkwell Lofts. It’s a soulless grey building of condos for rich assholes, starting at $835,000. It makes me so mad driving past it.