I actually discovered them by accident at the farmers’ market in Náplavka. These gingerbread cookies weren’t kitschy, and weren’t heart-shaped like all the other gingerbread cookies out there.
They certainly know their food here. As they should, since Zdeněk Pohlreich is the chef. They’re best known for their French onion soup, beef cheeks in red wine sauce, or lamb knee with marjoram served on a bed of spinach. And that’s what I’ve tried here.
Prague’s number one ice-cream joint didn’t become what it is overnight. It took time, patience with conservative locals accustomed to strawberry and vanilla flavours, and most of all the maintenance of a high quality standard. They make their ice-cream using farm milk delivered by the farmer in person.
I walk in, and I feel like a time traveller. The two types sitting inside look like they’re part of the decor, the guy manning the spigot occasionally throws a few logs into the vintage stove, which is the altar of this high-ceilinged space flooded in afternoon sunlight. First Republic interior decoration, cutlery, and even the music.
What can I say about “my cup”? Only the best. And not just because the people who manage it and work there are my friends, or because it played an important part in my journey to coffee enlightenment.
It was love at first sight. An airy, light café inspired by the style of Berlin cafés and the first of its kind in Prague. One large table surrounded by school chairs. A spell-book displayed on the shelves, a large blackboard with the drinks menu, and that logo!