This is the 51st State Cafe. Through large windows and dark wooden Venetian blinds shafts of light play upon the old wooden floor. In summertime the ceiling fans slowly turn. In wintertime the log fires roar. In the corner a venerable Clarke & Smith dutifully plays old recordings. There is no Internet connection in here and of course mobile phones are absolutely not allowed. Sitting around on the old leather sofas the customers are varied and come from all corners of the globe, the coffee is strong and the conversation is flavourful - and you never quite know just who you are going to bump into.