Clementine

It's quite like a library at this coffee shop on eastside's Manor strip. Straight-and-narrows peck away at laptops. The pierced and tattooed read Chekhov. Everyone is in their own world. Their studies are propelled by pints of caffeine, or beer, or both. Their environs are open and unadorned, save for sparing touches of modernity. On occasion, a weekend day will ruin their concentration with a smattering of indie bands out on the patio.