I have very fond memories of cafes from the late fifties and the sixties. There used to be a very 'posh' coffee house, a sort of Palm Court sort of place, which is I where I first fell in love with the aroma of freshly made real coffee ( as opposed to Camp coffee at home!) There really were palms there too and a discreet quartet of musicians playing background music.This was a rare treat though.
Other cafes were more basic and had a vat of orange squash in the window ( churning around with a fake orange on the suface) formica tables and chairs, and where we had milkshakes and a bacon roll or something, often a toasted teacake.
Then, in the sixties came the coffee bars! A great place to meet friends ( and boys)
And to play the jukebox while being sophisticated with a 'frothy coffee'.