Chocolate, please, and an enthusiastic yes to the Antivan coffee.

[ He starts walking. Considers saying good-bye for the time being, because there are so many stairs! Conversing won't allow him to conserve his breath! But he's in better shape than he was a few months ago, so perhaps he won't huff and puff to death. ]

I think I know the place you mean. That illegible ornate script for the name, ouais? And the waiter who always looks like someone has just stepped on his toes and he is trying not to cry.