A hundred years ago they demolished a charming Turkish inn in Calea Victorei in Bucharest to make way for Cercul National Militar, the National Military Club, a pompous building of pink granite reached by a tall flight of steps above which fountains play. But a hundred years is enough to let ugly newcomers fit in and Cercul National, owned by the army and now probably the city's last state-owned catering establishment (so recently there was no other kind) is an oasis of civilisation in a Bucharest gone badly wrong. Live music, great location, nice customers, deeply unfashionable, 50 cl of palatable wine for EUR 2.50.
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Sunday, 3 July 2011
Summertime in Bucharest and the livin’ is easy
A hundred years ago they demolished a charming Turkish inn in Calea Victorei in Bucharest to make way for Cercul National Militar, the National Military Club, a pompous building of pink granite reached by a tall flight of steps above which fountains play. But a hundred years is enough to let ugly newcomers fit in and Cercul National, owned by the army and now probably the city's last state-owned catering establishment (so recently there was no other kind) is an oasis of civilisation in a Bucharest gone badly wrong. Live music, great location, nice customers, deeply unfashionable, 50 cl of palatable wine for EUR 2.50.
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