I met up with Toci who happened to come into town for a conference from Bratislava and decided to go for a dinner and drinks. So we hit the Centimeter 5. - apparently there is a bunch of them. The great thing about it is that they calculate the price of sandwhiches according to their length. In centimeters of course. You can eat one meter spaghetti and a two meter sausage, which we of course had to go for. They close at midnight, so we were strolling towards our respective abodes, when we happened upon Fredi's. What caught my eye was a wobbly leopard skin clad woman with a glass of rosé in her hand and a chatty waitress. A young guy plopped over the bar, sort of half asleep, half bored witless. We decide to come in for a 'Kapurkova' - one last drink. An old Czech tradition. Or a lie posing as a tradition to provide an excuse for more drinking. We come in to see a typical Central European seedy bar environment: dim lighting, fake marble tables, plastic flowers here and there. One particularly nice addition was a tall table to stand around - as if it was taken from a bad train station food joint from times long gone and forgotten. Other decoration was also memorable - porn posters on the left (some hardcore, not much left to imagination really), right wall dedicated to soccer clubs posters and trophies. For an unexplicable reason also a poster of young George W. smoking a joint in between all of that. Neither I nor Toci speak any German, but the leopard woman was obviously relating story about a friend or family member: lots of wild gesticulation and grimaces suggesting no approval of absentee's behavior. They were in no hurry to close. After the half asleep youngster who turned out to be a Slovak Hungarian (Slovak citizen of Hungarian ethnic origin) crawled away, it was just as and the leopard with the waitress. Leopard didn't pay. I wonder how they survive. Might stop by there tonight as well. It's the best bar ever.
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