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 become king of Scrabble. Some nights you might end up queen of the dance floor.