These days, it’s hard for a smoker to enjoy himself. Even sitting in the smoking section of a restaurant, puffers get accusing stares. The fact is, lighting up in a big room is kind of like peeing in a swimming pool: The whole shebang gets contaminated. That’s why there’s nothing like smoking at the Last Concert Cafe. Its back area has big tables with plenty of room between them, and overhead, there’s only sky. You can sit back, light a smoke and puff away, guilt-free. Best of all, let’s just say the laid-back clientele is smoker-friendly. They’re more interested in hula-hooping, dancing with their eyes closed and smoking their own stuff than in bothering you.
This article appears in Sep 25 – Oct 1, 2003.