For its tiny size, Stirka is actually quite an institution. It’s a bar and a laundrette, so the 40º bit in its name may refer to the washing machine setting or to the alcohol content typical for vodka. Since 2004, Stirka developed its own peculiarities and traditions.
A corner behind the washing machines is occupied by a small library. The toilet ceiling has been covered with feathers and fluff ever since one particularly celebratory New Year’s (not much is left but enough to get a general idea of how much fun it was). The DJ turntables are set on top of an old, and probably detuned, piano (used to be by the bar in the past, then near the window, now there).
Speaking of which, Stirka is a venue for music, mostly cutting-edge electronica, so if skweee, tropical bass or somatik techno are your thing, you’ve found it. There are exhibitions, backgammon and chess. There are drinks (the local beer Blanche de Lutin is my choice) and some food.
What I adore the most about Stirka is the sense of community. I was told one of the bartenders was hired after getting Stirka’s logo (the washbowl) tattooed on her arm. Ex-workers drop by continuously, and some of the bands that play there are mostly staff members.