Totally asking for it.Once again, I find the solitude of travel taking its toll. All of these swirly pictures of half-naked women serve as little more than a painful reminder of my own base humanity, completely quashing the inner sophisticate who so desperately wants to appreciate art for art's sake. In short: all I see are boobies and cigarettes.
Don't Bogart that J, lady.I think I'm going to have to stay away from art museums for a while.
Some food will draw my attention from these evil urges.
Seizing my last opportunity to enjoy traditional Czech fare, I duck into an authentic-looking restaurant and order their incomprehensible lunch special, hoping for something crazy.
Turns out, it's a 5-piece McNugget Extra Value Meal. And it doesn't even come with any dipping sauce.
Could I get some Sweet 'N Sour sauce over here?That's enough of you, Prague. Off to Vienna, where all the food is miniature and eaten with toothpicks.
Party in a can.###
