CAF

kuppila puhekieltä café
2008, Carlos Frías, Take Me with You: A Memoir:

Fourth on the list of the businesses my father and his brothers had owned was a caf on the corner of San Ignacio and Lamparilla in Old Havana.

There are plenty of restaurants to choose from when you're sick of the ol’ caf food.

Locked, empty classrooms on either side, other halls opening up to go down to the caf, two janitors' closets. Janitors' closets. Great. One was locked.

One thing they shun is eating in the caf. alone. If you were not with a clique, you are strange. Why? I don't know. I heard the meat is processed and all the food is made by mixing powder with a measured amount of water.