There is a red door

Enter through the door
You are in a bar
Look to the left. There is a terrace. Look to the right. There is a terrace
Enter through the glass wall

There are drinks behind the bar.  Someone might ask what you would like. You might crave a coffee at this ungodly hour. You might feel like a beer. Something Bruxellois? You might just need a glass of red. Some nights you might end up king of Scrabble. Some nights you might end up queen of the dance floor