You know, you just can't beat Prague for cheap and tasty beer. And believe me, those of us in the CELTA program should know, because we drank our fair shares of it and then some! The Red Onion was the juice joint of choice, owing mostly to its proximity to school, and the half-liters of pivo they slammed in front of us for about 88 cents apiece. And when I say "slammed", I mean it quite literally; they had the worst waitresses that any of us had ever seen--and keep in mind that there were people from all four corners of the globe present! They had the kind of waitresses that were barely able to restrain themselves from slugging you in the eye every time you asked for a refill. You could hear them snarl the moment we walked in the door.
It was unnerving.
But we kept coming back for more...after all, the conversation after 5 or 6 pivos was much more important than the surly waitstaff (or the purposely vague "Meat Surprise"). And who cares if you drank so much you had to keep track of your pivos with broken toothpicks? You don't have a "problem"; you're just in good company! Such is the charm of an international table, and indeed, of Prague herself.
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