Praha, Pivo, Prosim

Sorry–I have had no exciting news to report for a week. To that I say boo.

I promise I’ll blog with greater frequency once my TEFL course is complete. I should have a fancy certificate in my grubby little hands in 6 days so more interesting stuff to come later.

In other news, I found a flatshare that is the shit. Really. The location couldn’t be better. I’m signing a lease on Tuesday. Hooray! Go ahead and Google the Palladium. It’s a really awesome indoor mall in Old Town. It’s about 75 yards from the front door of the new building. Old Town Square is a 5 minute walk. Holy crap. I can’t wait for spring! I’ll take some pics when I move next weekend.

I need a job.

At the potraviny earlier I bought some fake crab salad. First off, I’ll say that I love the American version. And while the original fish from the sea is always better, I do enjoy the fake crab and lobster varieties available in America. Sorry, I do. Fake crab salad is no gastronomical cuisine but it’s just tasty. So anyway, the Czech/Euro fake crab salad is garbage. Booo. I know it’s perhaps ironic to criticize the flavor of an artificial and chemically enhanced ‘meat’ product, but this stuff is rather blech. And it’s far too mayonnaise-y. Note: this statement is said by someone who loves mayonnaise. A sad point in my mayo timeline. So, back into the fridge the fake crab salad went. It’s not inedible it’s just not what I wanted. There is still the option of the clear gel ham roll and mystery cheese sitting in there. Maybe I should get drunk tonight and dig through the horrid jellied mass. Then again, maybe not.

On a Prague related note, I visited an um, well, ‘interesting’ part of town today. Me and the two Brit guys went to the course director’s place for a review. His place is pretty swank. It’s huge, too. The down point of that is that the flat is located in well, kind of a wasteland. It seems to be an area of dirty things, piles of dirt, homeless guys drinking cheap 20Kc wine, and run-down and empty store fronts. The short tram trip to the Pomolvka stop was interesting. We went and had a beer and grabbed some food at a restaurant in the area. I’ll say that Richard was scared to enter first so I had to do it. Ha! I’d all the decor rather austere if you can even call that decor. The heartbeat of Communism I’m sure still beats between the yellowed asbestos walls. The ‘dining’ area was just a square room with large benches and tables. It was definitely a no frills kind of place. Going back to the Communism thing, I’m really being serious. The vibe was rather depressing and bleak. The clientele looked rough. They were mostly older and probably had discussions of the good old days of bathtub Becherovka productions and dumplings made of mud. I’m fairly sure that former heads of state got together in there to discuss who was being sent to the gulags in Siberia. If I had looked closer, I’m sure I could have found hatch marks on the walls for all the on-site stabbings. Oh, and even if I knew the name of the restaurant, I’d be surprised if they had a website because I’m fairly sure they barely even get electricity in that part of town.

Ok, well I’m off for a few drinks in Zizkov tonight. Pivo, pivo, pivo!!!