The name of this cafe means "mud" in the local tongue. There's nothing grimy about this place, though--it's dainty like that old wooden library in a nineteenth century aristocrat's apartment.
Seated with your correspondent is my friend Scotty, known also as "mud" in the tongue of some humans. One of those folks with a big heart and a short temper. He owns cars that either get stolen or spontaneously combust, or both. He's just helped build Zero, just around the corner. Last week he got a phone call from the Police... "We have your stolen car. We've had it here for five months, actually. You have one hour to get here, or we won't give it back." Ah, the authorities.
Blatouch is the perfect place for a slice of Medovnik (slavic honey cake) and a glass of wine with your cute friends who wear glasses.
