Back in the 1960s we had places in New York City, mostly in Greenwich Village, called "basket houses." They were coffee houses where the performers passed a basket at the end of each set. We weren't shy about it. We simply made an announcement that went like this: "The management does not pay us to perform. So if you like what you heard, could you please put whatever you think is appropriate in the basket when it comes around. Thank you." $5 for a 40-minute set was considered a decent take, as the typical contributions were 25c or 50c each. If the waitress liked you, you might get free soda and cookies.

To be sure, these were "no cover" places where the management depended on whatever talent showed up. They made their money on the coffee, the soda, and the soft drinks made by mixing plain water with imported Italian syrups. Also on the pastries. Espresso and an eclair were a pretty exotic combo back then. Those basket houses were, however, good places for young, unknown musicians to hone their skills. Bob Dylan started off playing in them, but he soon graduated to bigger and better things.

Best of luck.

--- Steve