He's thought about it for at least two minutes so far.

Those thoughts were, 'music is fun jazz bars are cool'.

Time to improvise.

"Was picturing something classy, you know? Moody dark interior, high end drinks, not much in the way of food beyond bar snacks."

He scrunches up his nose, picks up his drink to take a sip as he thinks. What else? Jazz bars really were about aesthetic as much as anything else, the feeling you got while in one. If Aziraphale doesn't care about coolness then it might be a hard sell. He sets down his drink again, lets out a slow sigh.

"Yawyna legna, s'ti ton--"

Crowley blinks once, then again. He runs presses his tongue against his teeth.

"I dias s'ti -- tahw?"

This is, potentially, a problem.