Sunday Tradition

As the title says, we've always been partial to a beer on a Sunday and so wifey suggested the "BBB" which was nicknamed the Barman's Bar.  She located it on the map and off we trudged all the way up to 72nd street, past the imposing walls of the (ex) Royal Palace.

We found it and wlaked in expecting a traditional bar and instead were greeted by two suited and booted waiters asking us how many we had for our table.  What a swizz, it was a high market western style restaurant with not a beer in sight.  Reluctantly we ambled off back the way we came and turned to our back up plan- a local's bar in the street next to the supermarket we'd spotted earlier.

It was a super night.