Dionne Warwick used to sing ‘That’s what friends are for’.
And, to my experience, friends are there to point you in the right direction.
Especially when you are in a new city and haven’t had the chance to do a lot of research on what to do, and most importantly what to eat and where to wash that caloric sin with more calories, in a liquid form.
And that’s how you end up in front of a black door with no sign, on the backside of a popular hotel, ready to take the stairs down to the best cocktail bar in Warsaw.
And there, waiting for me, an old friend: Penicillin, 4 years after our first meeting in Hong Kong with its unmistakable small of smoky whisky.
Credits for the pic to Weles bar (too dark inside otherwise)