Logic would tell you that coffee shops would be crammed with hyped-up stammering fidgeting buzz-headed nerve-shot caffeine junkies. How many times have I told you, when it come to human beans logic is worthless. Your eyes would tell you that you've stumbled into a Xanax shop or a narcolepsy treatment center waiting room. It's like drinking coffee in the library, only without so many homeless people and librarians with glasses on chains and their hair in tight buns that when they get home they loosen up and practice pole-dancing. At least that's what I'm told.