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The Czech and Slovak club

July 10, 2009 8 Comments Filed Under: Uncategorized


Czech club, West Hampstead,

It looks like an ordinary house from the outside…

Czech club, West Hampstead,
I’ve been meaning to go to this place since I moved to this area nine years ago. In the evening there is music and a great atmosphere I’ve heard.

I went at 6pm on a Tuesday night. It possessed that forlorn air that you get in deserted cafes abroad; the odd sound bouncing off the formica tables, dusty faded calendars pinned up, a lone man sitting in the corner, a TV booming news you can’t understand.

These are places I seek out on holiday…I like to savour the bitter-sweet pleasure of loneliness in a different dialect. It reminds me of driving through France as a child, gazing from the back of the car at towns in the middle of nowhere ‘La France Profonde’, with a cafe-tabac, a group of houses, straddling a route nationale, their only entertainment the rush of cars going past to more exciting things. Imagine a life watching people with direction, a destination, passing you by. I couldn’t imagine it. Places like this, without a car, you are fucked. Places like this, the kids take heroin, because there is nothing else to do.

In fact life in rural France is horrific without transport. When I lived in the South of France, despite it’s proximity to glamorous Saint Tropez, the area surrounding it was as dull and grim as anywhere outside a town. One ex-pat woman who volunteered at the local branch of a British club told me:

“I got a call early this morning. It was a woman who retired here with her husband. They live in an isolated but lovely house, up a dirt track. The usual French dream, ‘A year in Provence’, do up a country shack.

Her husband went to hospital last night, felt unwell.

The hospital called her this morning. She couldn’t understand what they were saying.

This woman can’t speak French nor can she drive. Her husband spoke the French and did the driving. I called the hospital for her.

They were calling to tell her that he had died in the night. I had to call back and break the news.”

She pauses, looking upset:

“Why do, lets face it, mostly women of a certain age, do this to themselves? Move to another country without basic life skills necessary to survive? I’m going to have to sort it all out. She can’t survive here on her own. “

A few years ago I went on a four-day road-trip with a dozen anarchist drummers to Serbia. I had the same disturbing, sad and lost feelings about Mitteleuropa… there’s simply loads of it, country after country. They speak different languages, have minor variations in national diet, here a bit more cabbage, there a bit more beetroot, but essentially they are the same; Germany, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Belgium, Austria, Hungary, Poland, Slovenia, Slovakia, Croatia, Serbia. It must be weird for Americans to think about Europe, a landmass that supports so many different countries and languages, so many piddly little nations.

I don’t think I could bear to live so far from the sea. At least Britain has an edge. Literally. A place where it ends and the sea starts. I rarely go to the sea. It’s the idea. I like boundaries, tightness, confinement, it makes me feel secure.

The Czech and Slovak club used to be the Czechoslovakia club; ridiculously separated as countries, they are still eating together in West Hampstead. On entering we were given the choice of the bar, the back room cafe or the dining room. We chose the cafe. On the walls there were portraits of grand looking men..

“Who is that?” I asked the waiter, pointing to a picture of an important looking man.

“I don’t know. Somebody.” giggled the waiter.

We ordered Turkish coffees and a snack; ‘Langoš (deep fried dough topped with mayonnaise gratted(sic) cheddar, garlic and ketchup)’.

“But you cannot order here” said the waiter “you must come over here” he said beckoning to the hallway where stood a little podium desk.

I go to the desk. He moves behind it. Scribbles something on a piece of paper and hands it to me. “You pay immediately please. For the snack £5.50p”

“But it says £5 on the menu” I nitpick.

“Yes but you must pay service so £5.50”

“But we have had to come over here to pay for it, which is sort of self-service so, where’s the service?” I push, stifling a smile.

“We bring it to your table.” says the waiter proudly “I not in charge here” adding “I don’t make rules”.

Later we ask if the TV can be turned down a little so that we can chat. In the empty room the sound reverberates off the lino and plastic tables.

“I ask” replies the waiter “I ask permission. I not in charge here” he repeats.

I get the impression that there is some kind of politburo in the back making all of these decisions centrally.

The Turkish coffee is the biggest I have ever seen. You need two hands to pick up the cup. This is not a complaint.

The dough thing was…interesting. It covered the plate like an alien creature from Star Trek, randomly shaped and huge.

There is a lengthy menu here, you can order wild boar for instance. I will have to return in the evening.

74 West End Lane
London NW6 2LX
020 7372 1193

Sorry about blurryness. Maybe I was overcome with emotion about this fried dough…

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  1. Scarlett the Heavenly Healer

    July 10, 2009 at 11:30 am

    Another local eating place I have never ventured into, mainly because being Eastern European there is lots of meat and not much (if any) vegetarian dishes.

    From your pics I can see it looks exactly how I thought it would look – like the large, empty, once-grand restaurants I've had the misfortune to try and find something I can eat in when travelling in and around Russia during pre-coup soviet days.

    I'll live the Czech & Sloval Club's meaty menu vicariously through you! I've been told it's very good in the evenings…

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  2. MsMarmitelover

    July 10, 2009 at 1:35 pm

    Thanks Scarlett, yes it's an interesting local haunt.
    But I don't eat meat so you'll have to live that one vicariously through someone else.
    There are a few veggie things…

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  3. Canal Explorer

    July 10, 2009 at 2:44 pm

    Wow, amazing. Yes, I also like to seek out the hidden lonely places when travelling.

    Frankfurt, a Pakistani cafe, on my own, the only non-flyer travelling over land and sea to the samba festival in Coburg, killing time until I can meet Samba Ya Bamba to blag a lift on their coach from the airport. It's cheap, it's tasty, it's vegan-friendly, and I'm the only customer. The news on the TV in the corner blares out in German, and the Pakistani staff seem no more able to understand it than me…. "That's pictures from where I live!" I exclaim… "why are they showing pictures of Kings Cross? What's happened in London?" A burnt out bus… a man with a bandage on his head… At last English police speak with German subtitles; It's the 7/7 bombings.

    Buenos Aries, where I unexpectedly found myself with my Australian ex-boyfriend after he was refused entry to Brazil for not having a visa. Arriving late, our first night, we rejected the only places we found open – huge touristy pizza joints, despite ravenous hunger, and at a stroke of luck stumbled across a tiny cafe-come-grocers, with his lights on and door open, no other customers. I explained to him my vegan diet, and he invented on the spot an amazing dish of some sort of maize based mush with vegetables. I didn't believe it didn't contain cheese or cream. He showed led me to the freezer to examine the ingredients list. He chattered away to us in local Spanish dialect, which neither of us could follow, showing us his posessions, giving us free tasters of his favourite wine, and getting out a map to show us his recommended overland route to get to Brazil once the visa was secured. Perhaps my favourite memory of the whole cross-continent trip, and certainly my best meal. The thrill of being on holiday was still fresh and we had not yet gegun to get irritated with each other.

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  4. Scarlett the Heavenly Healer

    July 12, 2009 at 10:04 am

    I wonder where my head was! I was a bit confused as I had thought you were veggie but your mention of wild boar had me wondering if you'd suddenly taken up meat-eating. Hahaha! 🙂

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  5. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella

    July 13, 2009 at 12:25 pm

    This place looks fascinating! I love discovering these little places 🙂

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  6. theundergroundrestaurant

    July 13, 2009 at 12:30 pm

    Welcome to my blog NQN (you look as gorgeous as Nigella btw). I've just discovered your blog which is great and all importantly, funny!

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  7. Jenny

    July 13, 2009 at 4:14 pm

    I love these kind of places too. We went to a British pub in Spain once, the only problem was that the town was popular with Germans and there were no British people needing a theme pub. It was almost deserted apart from a few middle-aged expats drowning their sorrows. We got thrown out for not spending enough money and taking up too much room. Fair enough if the place is heaving, but only about 1 in 10 tables had anyone on them!

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  8. fingersandtoes

    November 10, 2009 at 6:03 pm

    Mmm, there was a Czech stall back home at a market I used to practically live at. I think they had those dough things, but I usually got a potato pancake (with loads of toppings), and they had sweet pancakes too. Sooo good.

    The service does sound extremely weird though! If you order at the counter you should not have to pay service. And they can't whack a compulsory service charge on there anyway – isn't that illegal?

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