What kind of tale would An American Tragedy be if nobody had died? Or Hamlet, if the prince kept on sulking around into middle age? Such is the literary problem facing the Times’ Eric Asimov today. His beloved Mei Lai Wah Coffee House, for which he wrote a moving elegy, may actually reopen, Eater reports. The coffeehouse will live to see another day, “No Spitting” sign and all. New York may be losing its soul, but it won’t give up the ghost overnight.