It’s a beautiful late April afternoon in Prague and I’m standing at Jiráskovo náměstí, waiting where the gods of MHD will take me today. Frankly, I’m not very excited, if memory serves well, the chances of finding a solid pub in any of the four possible destinations of the first leg are not that great. Here comes the first tram, #5 heading to Vozovna Zižkov. I get on and start counting the stops. Fuck! Hlavní nádraží. All I can remember around there are the two overpriced sports in the station itself, and U Staré Pošty in Opletalova, a hospoda I’ve never liked for some reason. I get off, already resigned to the idea of having a Pilnser Urquell U Staré Pošty , when I tell myself ‘fuck it! I will cheat’, and change direction, towards the the tunnel that now connects the train station with Žižkov and the new building complex that has sprouted there in the last decade or so. Yeah, I’m cheating, in my own challenge, which I play alone – if you disapprove, good luck finding a better beer blo...
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