This cellar bar exudes character - in fact the character it exudes might be that of a crazy old man with wild hair, craven eyes and a penchant for accumulating junk. Don't worry, you won't find Na Strychu filled with bag ladies and the homeless Romeos that love them; here you can expect to swap cigarette smoke with hipsters, bohemians, budding novelists and beautiful people. Amongst the decor you'll find pre-war photos, sewing machines, toothless typewriters and a piano that just won't give up the ghost. The atmosphere is cool and comfortable, and may conspire to make an antique of you...
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