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Here’s an unfinished blog post from back when I was in Prague. It was meant to be posted on my grown-up blog, but seeing as how that never happened, I will post the little scrap here:
All of us have gained weight since coming to Prague. But can you blame us? We are in Europe, on vacation, and we do not have a stovetop. We spend a lot of time out at pubs or buying food from stands or bakeries. It has been absolutely delightful! I think I’ll try to tell you a bit about my favorite culinary experiences here, before I allow the guilt I associate with this food to completely take over.
As for pubs and pub food: it’s really hit or miss. After all, many pubs here have nothing to do with each other, and because they all lay claim to some different wonderful location or food or beer, the level of competition doesn’t feel that high, either. Our favorite, Hospoda U Petra (we call it “the corner pub”), has the worst sausage in town! You get three sausages with mustard and horseradish, but the “sausages” are really in American hot dog form and pretty uniformly textured throughout. Despite other lackluster food, there are some pretty acceptable desserts. But we don’t go to the corner pub for food; we go for beer! We pay 35 Czech korunas for a Pilzner Urquell (the best beer in Czechia!) there, which is about as expensive as we are willing to pay. 16 or 17 CZk comes out to 1 US Dollar. Along the way, we’ve figured out that $2 is about the most we ought to be spending on a beer here. Otherwise, you are getting gouged.
(Above: Sam and beer sitting at the outdoor patio of Hospoda U Petra. Did I mention this place is in the shadow of a small cathedral?)
There aren’t as many stands for food as I expected there to be. There are about as many of those as there are flower stands and tour group meeting spots. I have only really taken part in the sausage.
July 22, 2011
We did indeed go to Reduta on Tuesday. I loved hanging out that night, and in particular I had a lot of laughs with Zack. I probably had way too much to drink— Sam called me “compromised” the next day. However, the jazz didn’t intrigue me greatly. The band played original pieces and didn’t improvise. It was not something I loved, but Katie did, so that’s good.
The rain started Wednesday. Sam supposed he would have a “sabbath” but I wasn’t that worn out yet. Katie and I happened upon the tea place previously recommended to us, so the two of us and Sam and Zack went in and had a substantial amount of tea. I believe it is called Dobra Čajovna. The really big story of Wednesday, however, was our trip to the Charleston pub to meet my “cousin,” Hana Gomolakova, who lives and works here in Prague. She gave us a lot of information and advice, but I feel like we, as a group, were also able to make friends with her. She was quite likable, anyhow. We also went back to Reduta that night, as New Orleans jazz was playing, and that’s what Zack really wanted to hear. The lead singer looked like a Czech Earnest Hemingway, which is right up Zack’s alley too.
Thursday started with a trip to the mall to get some supplies. I don’t relish going to the mall with most guys, much less my brothers-in-law. Sam gets anxious there, and it was funny when he got a beer at the food court and subsequently relaxed. Katie had decided this would be her “meditation” day, so she left to get tea by herself.
I had decided I would go on a photo-taking walk by myself at Letna park. The closer I got to leaving, I felt more in the mood for company. In fact, I kind of hoped I could get Zack and Sam to come along. They didn’t take much convincing once I said the word “biergarten” — they came right along. Due to rain, the biergarten was closed, but we still found a spot to have beer. Our walk after this was mostly quite relaxing, except for Zack’s pace. I have to admit: I love hanging out with him, but hate walking with him! Thankfully Sam is much more considerate of my smaller legs. Our walk turned into a bit of a hike, at one point, which I actually liked, but I was wearing basically the worst shoes possible for that (this side of flip-flops).
Last night, we went to the Blues Sklep again, this time with Joe, but he left a bit early with the still zenned-out (and quiet) Katie. We heard a couple amazing guitar solos that night.
Today has been… interesting. Let’s keep it short by saying that Katie and I got the wrong metro fare and were fined for it. She and I have been indulging in comforts since that happened— primarily, the company of the guys and some beer. I am so thankful for them.
I am so excited that to morrow, I get to wear my new dress!