Stepping into the smoke-filled basement Viennese Café at the United Nations takes a surprised visitor back to the years when New Yorkers used payphones, hailed Checker cabs, and inhaled cigarettes wherever they pleased. Each of the four dozen or so small white marble tables offers an anachronistic centerpiece from bygone days: an aluminum ashtray. The café lies beyond security checkpoints; no tourists are permitted there. Delegates and staff members grab a snack, puff away, and chat while they wait for meetings in the multiple 100-plus seat halls flanking the café. Over the delegates and U.N. staff members' heads, small plumes billow upward and unite so seamlessly that warring factions around the world should take note from the example—no matter what the brand, they come together under the U.N. roof to form a single... More >>>