Beer: Pilsner Urquell 4.4%
Here, just outside the station, to see AJK off. Explanation of his convoluted trek home, frankly, takes the romance right out of international train travel. He’s got a few connections to make – and a five hour wait, starting at 5am, at some Germany station or other. Much as I don’t like flying…it’s all done in a few hours.
Back in Praha the abrupt/dodgy service at U staré pošty extends, not to a warm welcome, rather a stern notification that they don’t accept credit/debit cards. Not here. We do not ask “will you accept a cheque?”, even given the delicious pun. Previous experience here has gradually engendered the idea that tourists aren’t necessarily welcome here.
As it is – not too busy – there’s a spare table in the front. The service is gruff, but fine, and one deigns to feel a little better about being here. It’s a decent pub.
Sport on the telly is indoor football. Plzen are thrashing “HEL” 5-0 in a sports hall.
Me brother bids us farewell, which is a little sad.
We’d planned to stay out and try to find a pub screening Luton Town v Arsenal later, but we’re a little soused already and (probably for the best) we don’t get to do that.
All the pubs we've ever been to ever 