END OF THE LINE - Dejvická - ProvokatoR magazine

END OF THE LINE - Dejvická

on 23-08-2006 03:49

Published in : , Wanderlust

What follows is a guide to how those whose diets and lifestyles are restricted by complications stemming from gaping post-surgery holes in their gums will find their entertainment at Dejvická, which sits at the end of the A line:

1. They’ll walk past the station herna, which sells under–20 Kč Rychtař , which provides a good time-killer on days when they’re really early for a flight or, as can be the case, when they’re really late for their first flight and whiling away seven hours until their next one.

2. They’ll look longingly at the upstairs kiosk, where they’ve bought tall cans and svařak while waiting for one thing or another, but now they just wait for these bloody holes to close, this pain to stop so they can buy tall cans and svařak again, though hot-wine season is hopefully many months away.

3. They’ll stroll up toward the Czech Technical University , thinking they’re strolling toward something else; then they’ll stroll around wondering what to do, now that they can no longer do what they usually do.

4. They’ll decide on coffee, but since it’s so fucking hot out, they’ll change their minds and seek iced tea, perhaps at Kabinet, because that joint was recommended to them when they told some folks they were gonna go, er, chill in Dejvice for a bit.

5. They’ll find Kabinet at Terronská 25, find it closed because it’s 11 a.m. on a Sunday and the joint doesn’t open until three on that particular day, not even for coffee, not even for tea, not even for a visitor who suffers from oral maladies.

6. Perhaps, especially if they’re born between March 21 and April 19, they’ll try to go to Kavárna Beran, where a specials board outside advertises a 35 Kč Beton, which is, of course, a tasty cocktail of purported medicinals, so they’ll mull that over.

7. But it’s Sunday and it’s early—early for Dejvickites to drink coffee, at least, though bars, hospodas, and hernas have served brewskis for hours; such is the Dejvice way: beer for breakfast, and coffee as an afternoon afterthought—so they’ll find themselves once again shit out of luck and, of course, still sore.