Dining in Prague




A new trend

 We arrived in downtown Prague for dinner to find two Czech police officers writing a parking ticket for this white van.  By the time we assembled on the sidewalk, a specialized truck had shown up, straps were put under the van, and it was hoisted on-aboard the truck for its trip to the far away land of impound. I don't even want to know how much it costs to get your vehicle back, or how you even find it.  I can't imagine having had a very tiring, frustrating day only to come back to your vehicle and find it stolen?  missing?  And, your wife's waiting dinner!  If they treat illegal parking this way, imagine what happens if you're picked up as "a person of interest" in a felony -- about which you are clueless.




Feeding the parking meter

 
In this photo, we are assembled on the sidewalk ready to walk to the restaurant and Justin is explaining while Michaela is feed the meter what happens if you don't put enough money into the meter.




 

In the underground restaurant

On this side of the table, left to right, are Michaela (Justin's wife), Lubosch (Michaela's sister's fiance), and Martina (Michaela's sister).  After scraping the surface of her hot toast with spicy, fresh, pungent Czech garlic, Martina is spreading steak tartar on the toast then she piles on the raw red onions and viola -- dinner!


    

At the other side of the table
 

Left to right (really), Carol and Ralph.  Carol, on a diet, ordered a pork knee, a side of Cz mashed potatoes, some Czech bread, and 750ml of beer to wash it down -- walking really brings out your appetite.  Ralph could have no fat so he ate a tiny bit of steak tartar and washed it down with 6 oz. of Kafola (Czech Coke).   See how happy he is when he eats raw beef! 



  



If you are wondering???

Yes she did, she ate the whole dinner, except for the fattening stuff: some red onions and a pepper.  And she's here to tell ya' that pork knee is really good eats!



Of course Justin's
missing,
who'd you think
took the pictures.



This was a most interesting restaurant, downtown Prague.  At the street level entrance, we all signed waivers swearing that we weren't claustrophobic; I think you can see why.  It is three floors below street level and built entirely of stone. Because of all the "small rooms" and antechambers,  I strongly suspect we ate in a medieval dungeon or torture chamber.