We glanced into a morose bar, where the waitress said we were welcome to eat, and scurried off to a dining room next to which the bar’s funereal aura felt like Rio during Carnival. The only other occupied table hosted two heavyset young men, bent double over the table as they engaged in the ancient Czech sport of Slurping The Soup.
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