The vaulted ceiling of Zero is made of rubber, or at least that what it looks like. There is confetti everywhere. The barmen move like lightning yet they never seem to bump into each other. The DJ is pumping out some serious beats. There are folks of all kinds here - being steps from Old Town Square, you might run into anyone in the early hours of the night. Don't miss the secret room, around the back of the bar, fully upholstered with red velvet, large enough for your own private party of sin and hedonism. And no, it's not time to go home yet....
Plzen on tap, wine from chateau bzenec, and 130 coctails. Enjoy.
