from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A small café.
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- n. A small café or bar.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A café, or room in a café, in which smoking is allowed.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. A cheap coffee-house where smoking is allowed; a tap-room.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. a small (and usually shabby) cafe selling wine and beer and coffee
In front of the estaminet was our "listening post," where we kept watch and guard at night.
In one corner of the estaminet was a group of bourgeois gentlemen talking business for a time, and then listening to a monologue from the woman behind the counter.
The propriety of housing (p. 207) a Senior Chaplain in an estaminet might be questioned, but this particular one was called the estaminet of St. Joseph.
The Company settled down in the chief "estaminet" of the place.
A Staff Officer, rubbing sleep from his eyes, emerged from a little "estaminet" and gave the Colonel the necessary orders.
However, later in the day, after dark, I went to a local 'estaminet' in a nearby wood, obviously without a hat.
The size of the so-called Passage Feydeau (which opened in 1791 and was demolished in 1824) can be judged by the number of its tenants: several milliners and haberdashers, two book stalls, a florist, a tobacconist, a stamp dealer, a chestnut seller, and, along the entire length of the upper floor, an estaminet (a distinctly unfancy type of café that permitted smoking).1
We spent the rest of that Saturday afternoon over a bottle of absinthe in the little estaminet in the cobbled alley off the boulevard du Temple.
As we were preparing to leave the estaminet, when we had finished our bottle of absinthe the lunch hour had been and gone, I said to my new friend, “Oscar”—he insisted that I call him “Oscar”—“when we first met this morning, how did you know that Sherard was not my name?”
“Here we are,” he said, pushing open the door of a small and dingy estaminet.