Come to think of it, Ingmar Bergman should’ve met Johnny Cash at some point, while having a Coffee and a Cigarette with B&W Jarmusch. Had they only done that, this joint would’ve been a nicer less-optimistic totally exclusive place, with no room for Adam Sandler, Friends, Uwe Bohl, Coelho, Amy & Lily, cable TV and Mac frenzies. Can the Savior be for real?… [...] You’re both Winners, me lads!! Bless!
Note: I am Jack’s ellitist outburst!