It’s where everything started. It was the first place in the neighborhood with carpets, old paintings and aged furniture. The bar that began the hype for grandma-home-style pubs. When Praga still had a reputation of being dangerous, W Oparach Absurdu was a safe harbor for artsy and alternative people of the district.

I grew up there. Passing by just to say hello after classes at university, I usually stayed until the very end. Talking, playing board games, reading, dancing, playing music, meeting new and inspiring people. The crazy, diverse mix of characters was and is the best thing about the place.

The name perfectly describes the atmosphere: “In the clouds of nonsense”, taken from the title of the satiric literary compilation of two Polish authors Julian Tuwim and Antoni Słonimski from 1920–1936, They were bar-flies, and I guess if they lived now they would definitely like W Oparach Absurdu. Some things there haven’t changed that much since their times – you can listen to old music there and eat traditional Warsaw food.

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