The room she sees is pretty large, with dark wooden floors and tall airy ceilings, walls formed of nearly white bricks. A wooden bar sits across from her, sweeping across the wall with shelves of colorful bottles behind it, no bartender, and no clear way to enter. There's a lot of recessed nooks in a little labyrinth to her left, including a pretty significant one to the left of the bar, and the room is irregularly shaped with curved corners, and a soft purplish-blue light falls over everything from a window somewhere to her right, and numerous paper lanterns with a dizzying variety of designs - often plants or abstract symbols - painted on them are scattered around, as are low rugs and beanbags and low tables to match them, interspersed with daybeds and taller tables. No chairs, though; there's benches in front of the bar but no stools. There's a door with light coming through a translucent window to the right of the bar, and an opening in the right side wall that probably contains a staircase, and two archways to the right, one of which is open to a hallway and one of which is closed off with a folding screen. There's numerous examples of art on the wall, and the rugs are colorful and patterned, and the wood of the bar and door and every table is richly engraved. 

There's people in it, too, a pretty wide variety. Most are either a bit short or oddly tall, with hair either cropped close to their skulls or long and bound up in elaborate hairstyles, most wearing skirts and loose tops, often white with heavy embroidery in blue and grey and red-orange-yellow and dark green, with a lot of jewelry - mostly clay or glass or wooden beads or shells or just colorful strings - on every available jewelry-place, in the same spread of colors. There's a low hum of conversation and music - someone's playing a distant flute.

Eliza blinks as she looks around. She does notice the slight oddity of the completely enclosed bar, and the strange variance in height of the people. Is this another world? She didn't know that the Meadous' coffeeshop door had portals to another world. Then again, if a portal's appeared, does that mean they need help? She carefully takes another step in, patting her pocket to make sure her phone's still there. If she does get stuck here, she should be able to call someone to pick her up. She finally takes a full step in and lets go of the door, slowly letting it close behind her with a click.

There's dogs scattered among the human-shaped people, lanking beings with pointed ears and speckled coats in reds and blue-blacks and whites. A few look up when the door clicks, ears pricked.

Oh, huh, dogs. She wonders a bit if they're also people. Since they seem to have noticed her anyways, she lifts a hand, waving slightly as she steps forwards more, trying not to bump into or trip over anyone.

"Hi there...?"

One stands up, tail wagging, and tilts their head and huffs in a way that Eliza somehow knows means "Hi!!! Who are you?"

Aw, doggy! Talking doggy? Maybe it's more like how she understands her Pokemon? She steps forward, carefully reaching out a hand. "Hi! I'm Eliza, from the Meadous! Do you guys need help with anything?"

Wiggle wiggle bounce and this somehow translates as, "No! We're having a party. You can join!"

"Oh!" Eliza's face brightens. "What kind of party?"

"A winter solstice* party!"

*The word 'solstice' here is a bit odd. It probably means the longest night in the coldest time frame of the year, but Eliza has the weird sense that there's a 'closest comparable concept' translation going on here.