Its name? It is _Culbuto_. That is French,--practically applied,--for failure! It is, you see, an effort to keep the little balls from falling into the wrong holes. As it so often results in failure _Culbuto_ is an ideal game to play for drinks! Someone has to pay all the time! It is an unequal contest between the individual and the law of gravity! But we must not linger too long at the Lafayette, alluring though it may be. All Greenwich is beckoning to us, a few blocks away. We have a new world to explore--the world below Fourteenth Street. Fourteenth Street is the boundary line which marks the Greenwich Village's utmost city limits, as it marked those of our great-grandfathers. Like a wall it stands across the town separating the new from the old uncompromisingly. Miss Euphemia Olcott, who has been quoted here before, describes the evolution of Fourteenth Street in the following interesting way: "Fourteenth Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenues I have seen with three sets of buildings--first shanties near Sixth Avenue from the rear of which it was rumoured a bogy would be likely to pursue and kidnap us.... These shanties were followed by fine, brownstone residences.... Some of these, however, I think came when there had ceased to be a _village_. Later on came business into Fourteenth Street...." And today those never-to-be-sufficiently-pitied folk who live in the Fifties and Sixties and Seventies think of Fourteenth Street as downtown! CHAPTER VII _Restaurants, and the Magic Door_ I What scenes in fiction cling more persistently in the memory than those that deal with the satisfying of man's appetite? Who ever heard of a dyspeptic hero? Are not your favourites beyond the Magic Door all good trenchermen? --ARTHUR BARTLETT MAURICE. It was O. Henry, I believe, who spoke of restaurants as "literary landmarks." They are really much more than that--they are signposts, psychical rather than physical, which show the trend of the times--or of the neighbourhood. I suppose nothing in Greenwich Village could be more significantly illuminating than its eating places. There are, of course, many sorts. The Village is neither so unique nor so uniform as to have only one sort of popular board. But in all the typical Greenwich restaurants you will find the same elusive something, the spirit of the picturesque, the untrammelled, the quaint and charming--in short, the _different_!