I had a short lived career as an usherette there when I was at Art School. I can still see in my mind's eye scenes from the intense Italian film in which, in a remote, rural community, a young and innocent girl was accused of being a witch. I was watching it twice nightly, then going home and having nightmares about it all night....I lasted two weeks and had to give it up from exhaustion....
Nice cafe though. (I sat there and wrote the hypersensitive usherette into my novel!)