Today, I have a polish and a story. 🙂 (I guess I feel like writing longer things on the blog since I’m procrastinating from writing my thesis.)
First. The polish. One Week’s No 32, which I thought would be a slightly darker version of American Apparel’s Trench Coat. Well, it dries darker on the nail than it looks in the bottle, so it’s not that.
What it is still awesome. You know the colour, right? The slightly greenish brown that makes you think of … 😉 It’s not a pretty colour, and not for everyone, but that’s what I like about it.
Two coats, but could have gotten away with one.
Now, for the story. There’s this place in Tallinn’s Old Town. I can’t even call it a bar or a pub. It’s a basement. Centuries old basement with limestone walls and sparse beat up real wood furniture. With an equally beat up bar with old-school punkish bartenders you know by name. The choice of liquid is beer from the tap, hard cider from the tap and the only cocktails they know are screwdrivers and rum and coke.
Get any sort of picture?
It’s the place where you go when everything else is closed for the night as it’s always open til morning. There are punks and Goths and nowadays a ton of early twenties hipster crowd. It’s the only bar in Tallinn where you can still smoke indoors. The desks are bolted to the stone floor with heavy iron chains.
It’s packing at around 2-3 am and you always make new friends-for-the-night there.
Sometimes they have film-nights in the back room showing weird 70s cult stuff. I’ve seen Rosemary’s Baby and Foxy Brown and way more obscure old sexploitation movies there…
It opens when the bartenders wake up at around 3-4 in the afternoon. And then it’s empty. And regulars get pots of all kinds of tea or coffee for free. With mismatched and chipped mugs. It’s dark and dingy without windows and a strong Medieaval basement feel (which it is, actually) and an awesome place to sit and chat quietly. (In the afternoon, that is.)
And you have to know where the bar is. ’cause there aren’t any signs. Just stairs and a door leading underground on a random corner in the Old Town.
This is where I like to meet up with my sister and her crowd:
I’ve spent countless hours drinking pot after pot of oolong or rooibos and chatting there during the day. And drinking the same (not so good) hard cider during the night.
Any favourite bars for you? 🙂
(I guess I felt like story time, since I’ve been working like crazy for a few months and haven’t been able to go out…)