The Interlude was much more than a place for folk music. It was a corner of bohemia in an otherwise very conservative part of a very conservative borough. The Interlude was a place where you went to drink espresso coffee, play chess, read European newspapers, hear poetry readings, and discuss radical ideas in politics, literature, art, religion, psychology, etc. And it was one of the few places anywhere that an interracial couple would feel welcome and not subject to a million staring eyes.