When I was briefly back in Prague I got the answer to something I've been pondering for a while. Meeting some people at a
brew pub by a monastery I wandered into the smoking bar first.
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| I guess that's the monastery |
When I think back to how pubs used to be I miss the smell of fags. Ah, in those days pubs smelled like pubs, not of toilet cleaner, or farts, or nothing. But being in a bar full of smokers I didn't feel all nostalgical about how pubs should be, I just thought "god, this is minging". I may miss the smell, but it seems not the smoke.
Thanks to the helpful staff I soon found the people I was meeting and could get on with my
networking. The food was great, and the beer was pleasant enough. Unfiltered, but also unfined so hazy, they even had an American style IPA for those that prefer their beer to taste of grapefruit.
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| Waiter in an IPA top |
