Kerameikos, Metaksourgeio and Psyrri and the areas surrounding them have become the rakomelo capitals of my world. “Discokafeneio Psyrra” (a pun between Psyrri, the name of the neighbourhood and ‘pseira’, Greek for ‘louse/lice’ – also an indirect self-jab at the size of the place) is a good sample, I believe, of the type of bar I find attractive in these areas.
There must be something in the light. This warm, orangeish light. It floods the tables and the faces of the people you’ve gone for a drink with — the more the better. It’s usually people you haven’t met in a long while and lap up their every word of news. The rakomelo, warm raki with honey, flows plentiful and is an indispensable part of the night.
Maybe there isn’t anything very special about Psyrra. It’s not completely distinguishable from other bars-kafeneia surrounding it. There is however something mysteriously welcoming about it, something that makes me pick it out from others when I’m on Miaouli St in Psyrri. As I said, maybe it’s the light. Maybe it’s the memories that have me come back for more. I honestly don’t know.
I would suggest you think twice before coming here late on Fridays and Saturdays. It’s indeed small and your chances of finding a table are slim at best. Unfortunately (?), that’s of course also the time when the atmosphere is the liveliest.