Varsovian Stream of Consciousness.

It’s not a list, but it could be. Anything could be. Here’s this weekend:

Northern visitor, fancy start at the Marriott’s “Panaroma” bar on the 40th floor, best views, Irish pub without Irishmen, hipster bar called (what else?) Plan B, liquid apple pie in a back-alley-basement-bar, dancing underground with dogs and smokers, daytime sunlight, a bookstore-cafe with a swing inside, more cafes, cakes, coffee, lawn chairs, crossing the Swietokrzyski Bridge to Praga which is known for grit, exploring remnants of Jewish past, free jazz where one guy scoots back the piano bench and it is called music, Praga’s fanciest cafe which is far from gritty, made to look like a house and you can buy everything inside even the coat hangers, busses are slow so we walk all the way (I mean all the way, 4.3 kilometers) home, stopping at a metallic UFO bar for hipster leg photography, Sunday is (what else?) more sun, a big piano in the biggest park in Warsaw (Lazienki) and a bigger man plays Chopin, the university library’s roof, amazement, more cake, coffee, people watching, Old Town (because no European city is complete without one), many tourists, thirsty, sticky (we all are), and then another UFO-shaped thing but this is wooden and called Unidentified Fountain Object with the best dub-step of the afternoon, Bulgarian dinner, whole fish with an olive (alive?) for an eye, finally finding Plac Zabav hidden beneath a park and a bridge and a forest and unexpectedly good dancing, wet grass, more dogs, walking home, home? Home.

A Warsaw Weekend.

Another list, you say, another list! Hoorah. Here is a list of (nearly) all of the interesting places I went this weekend:

  • Pawilony, a hidden corner of dive bars, kebab stands, and Vietnamese restaurants hidden off one the busiest streets in Warsaw
  • Beneath a train station: a bar called Warszawa Powiśle. The line for the one toilet was 15 people deep and there were more hipsters than I could begin to count
  • A bar called Plan B (in English). More hipsters than previous two bars combined (difficult). We met the Polish equivalent of Lady Gaga, called Doda. Literally.
  • Brunch at Charlotte, which is conveniently next to Plan B, with these cool kids. They serve bread. And wine. That’s it. And it’s massively popular.
  • A swanky house where 10 American Marines live, for a toga-themed party. Think, upscale frat party with accents. 
  • A gay club called Delite. Enough said.
  • Across the river and back on a free bike tour.