"There's a half-decent cafe, if you're needing your caffeine fix." The coffee's alright, anyway, if the number of people who wander in is any indication. Crowley himself usually drinks tea, and that's only mostly because the angel insists. But he rattles off the address without much in the way of hesitation, considering he's most of the way there already.

"I'll meet you there, shall I?" It is his territory, after all.