There’s a vaguely olde English style to this Rynek spot, with booth seating, vintage Murphy’s ads and a collection of absurdities that range from a collection of miniature fishing paraphernalia to a seemingly dead goldfish plopped in a bowl. Our bar girl was the strong, silent type, but she did know how to pour a Guinness, and for that alone we wish her a long and prosperous life. This and the Londoner Pub seem to have been around for ever which in a peculiar way make them rather comforting.