Prague
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Café Prague is the epitome of everything North Beach. (except for the Prague part, but what's in a name?). Drinks frothingly poured and steamed from gleaming brass machines, little tables to sit thigh-rubbingly close to your sweetie, old men at the bar sipping wine and conversing of the neighborhood, of the old days, gossip, who knows. I like being here, not just because Cafe Prague fits the stereotype (and I'm a sucker for places that get it right), but also, because the stereotype itself gets it right, which is why we were looking for it in the first place. Czech, Italian... what's the diff?