As much as I thoroughly enjoy the food there, the thing that draws me back again and again is the atmosphere of the place and the nostalgia it evokes. I can’t stress how much I adore the tiled walls, the marble table-tops, the slightly rickety wooden chairs, and most of all, the beautiful mosaic floor. The cracks in the tiles add character and identity to the place, as do the old-fashioned shutters and cake display shelves and the same smiley lady who always takes my order. C.M.C. looks, feels and smells exactly the same as I remember it from more than 10 years ago. And in times where painfully hip and new cafes and coffee joints seem to be all the rage, all I often need is something old, something familiar, and something that’s still unmistakably good.