Something called communication

We were well overdue a rest so picked the first placed that looked a decent price, which was this cafe as we reentered the city streets. Some junk food did the job perfectly. We asked for the WiFi password and the owner replied in a strong German accent "No WiFi. Here we have something called communication". It may have been the best line I've ever had on holiday from restaurant staff. Damn right. We have to talk with each other. Still we missed our phones.