The dreamy smattering of Christmas lights in the night sky over Spider House's outside, coupled with inside lamps that put out only enough light inside to let you know you are alive, not enough to let you know that you are awake, makes for an intense relaxation experience. It's the sort of place that demands that you lounge, not sit, amidst the lattes and mochas. Friends try desperately to shake the compulsion to sit in silence and fail. Lovers realize there is something more magnetic than each other nearby and unlock lips long enough to sigh and sip an Italian soda. Spider House wraps itself around its patrons, feeding and relaxing them, before it decides to release them. Oh, and the coffee's real good, too!
