Once upon a time, there was a small railway station pub (nádražka in Czech) in a God-forgotten neighborhood of Prague called Bubeneč. Owned by former butcher, truck driver, weightlifting champion and toreador, Mr. Erich, it was just a quick beer stop before getting on the train to some, and it was home to others. For me, it was somewhere in between - I never forgot to have one cold beer on my way home from work, and several times, we were having slightly decadent parties and celebrations together with my friends there. When the train station was decommissioned, the pub lost most of its patrons and went out of business. It may be gone but It will never be forgotten!