There comes a point at the end of those famed long nights where everyone knows it’s hopeless to continue on to the next bar/club. It’s the time where everyone’s brain tells them that it would be wiser to go home and get some sleep. Yes, it’s the time everyone ends up at Meyer’s, for just ‘one more beer, well OK, maybe two – and a cheese toast’. And even though it’s a decision your head regrets so dearly the next morning, it’s also the one you have the fondest memories of – if you managed to hold on to them, that is.
The Meyer’s seems like a pretty harmless place: a smallish bar, slightly murky and a little run down. The thing is that it’s seemingly always open and somehow always appears to be on everyone’s way home – even if it isn’t. But trust me: enter here and you won’t be out anytime soon. Just don’t come to early. And don’t forget to try the cheese toast.