Overstuffed sofas and chairs placed at random, nooks and crannies to hide away in, wood floors, floor to ceiling windows, small lunch counter . . . and books . . . what more could you ask for . . . on rainy or snowy days I love sitting in the second floor philosophy section, on the one oversized armchair in that corner, next to the window looking down on the 16th Street Mall . . . all that's missing . . . an Irish coffee . . .