[gardano]

I used to hang out there all the time in the '80s. My most memorable moment would have to be the time I complained to the waitress about the cockroaches that scurried from beneath my plate. Her answer?

"What do you expect from a restaurant that's in the f*cking basement?"

Strangely, that experience didn't stop me from returning to Algiers…

[blisterpeanuts]

As a grad student and later denizen of the area, I loved to hang out at Cafe Algiers. I have fond memories of a young waitress dumping a scalding hot pot of coffee onto my lap, then barely saying "sorry". At least they didn't charge me for the coffee.