Vasiliada

After passing by the books ranged more or less neatly on the shelves, and after realizing your ignorance, since you are forced to ask for directions to the teahouse, a parallelepiped-like sight in content and shape opens in front of your eyes.
A few benches covered by 2 or 3 mats thick barely enough to keep the fleshier parts of your body from getting bruised, lamps hanging from the ceiling in front of each bench (right to the nose level, so that the bright light may pierce through your retina), no backrests, an ?interactive? floor…, this is the d?cor that greets you at Vasilache teahouse.
The teas are relatively alright, you won?t go ecstatic, but you won?t hate them either. However if you want to taste the cookies, the floor starts to become quite friendly, since a bit of jam and some digestive biscuits are pretty much all they?ve got when it comes to sweets.
The teahouse is a popular hangout for bohemians who love to hear themselves speak. I listened for half an hour to a guy of about 25, still wet behind the ears, who was failing to impress his date. He was beating about the bush on the subject of communism and she was listening very carefully to all that nonsense, unable to understand what Lenin had to do in that foreplay.
I couldn?t reach that bohemian state of mind in exchange for a RON 7-8 cup of tea, sipped on a tremendously uncomfortable bench, but maybe it was worth it for that live conference/trial of communism.
Finally, I?d like to recommend the people in charge at the Vasiliada teahouse to make a rather insignificant investment as compared to the theme of the bookstore: a few soft cushions for the customers? bottoms and to bohemian chatty young boys: Just get a room!!!