Combining that quintessential Kazimierz aesthetic of tarnished beauty with a strange sense of sinister absurdity, spending too much time in this veteran vodka wallow - with its excellent year-round patio - will have you feeling like you inhaled too much of the Joker's goofy gas. Sepia portraits of interwar nudes with red eyes line the walls, strings of glass beads hang over each doorway, broken-spined books lie on a trolley and, for good measure, a comedy wig and a pair of rabbit ears dangle next to the bar. Completely random and removed from reality, this small standby is as good a rabbit-hole to go down as any; good luck wiping that smile off your face.