Go Ahead and Cry. It's Happy Hour.
New York Times
By TRIPTI LAHIRI
Published: February 20, 2004
On a recent Monday afternoon, a woman wandered into Terra 47, a cheery little cafe off Union Square in Manhattan.
She quickly retreated, her eyes wide as she backed out of the restaurant's red Art Nouveau-style doors.
It might have been that the tiny lemon-yellow space was already bursting at the seams. It might have been the occasional bared breast. Or just possibly, it might have been that some of the tipplers inside appeared to be shy of the current drinking age - by a couple of decades. ..."
