Zahrat El Bustan was a classic haunt for the Cairene literari of the 1960s. Sip coffee under the flashing lights in the tradition of Naguib Mahfouz, Sonallah Ibrahim, and Yousif Chahine while you play backgammon and puff some incredible sheesha, prepared by Wa’el (tell him Moorez and Aimy sent you!), the best awahagyin town. (And, I know I always mention the sahaleb, but order the sahaleb, please.) Close to Tahrir, protesters and political dissidents often come by before demonstrations or to catch key political speeches on the one tiny TV.
3-6 LE for drinks, 10 LE for sheesha