No, you have to go in. I like looking at the tables that used to be “higher than my head” when Daddy brought me in as a child. I like remembering the spanking I gave my firstborn (age 5) in one of the wooden bathroom stalls, when I brought him on a date and he was acting up. Memories. The coffee was 5c for years.
That's how and where I learned that a down and out soul could survive on nickel coffee, most of a sugar shaker, and free peanuts.