Elephant In The Cellar (Harris & Smith)
Lugaash was Lugaash. That is, the city WAS the country... mostly. There were a few outlying villages noted for fishing and a few crops, but they weren't any place anyone wanted to be unless you had to.
There were a few bars, pubs, taverns and restaurants in Lugaash, including the Pink Palace, an upscale club and gambling hall that catered mostly to the rich... well, the would-be rich. It wasn't a place to visit unless you could afford to part with a hundred quid or so even if you didn't gamble.
No, the tavern of choice for most foreigners was the Elephant In The Cellar. It had character, albeit a strange character. It borrowed from the English design in that the 'ground floor' was the first one you stepped up into, while the 1st floor was the floor above that. What would, in the future, be built as a half-basement was a full basement but only sunk halfway into the ground. Thus, you had a half-flight of stairs going up to the ground floor and a half-flight of stairs going down to the cellar.
It was down in the cellar of a greystone that the tavern was situated. Technically, it was a pub, as it served food as well as drink, but the terms were getting already getting blurred as the new century fast approached.
The decor was a bit Arabian, a lot Indian (tassles and silk batique), and some new technological designs, such as brightly colored steam pipes, shiny brass knobs and fittings, and functionless gears.
And there was the elephant. There really was an elephant in the cellar. It was dead and stuffed, of course, but there it was. Large as life. Larger! The typical topic of conversation was everybody speculating on it was gotten into the basement.
So Charles X. A. Harris was having a spot of tea here because he had no intention of spending 2 pounds for it at the Pink Palace!
After making a few enquiries, Paul Smith learned that the only place in town that catered to the foreign taste of coffee was the Elephant In The Cellar.