Once you arrive on Tilburg's main pub street, Korte Heuvel, Karnak will lure you in. The strip light over the electrical sliding doors, the camp neon lights in the windows and the loud slogans on the façade are like a siren’s song. It's not the best kebab we've had, but no one, especially after a dozen beers, complains about the quality of the greasy Turkish pizza. Everyone's just happy that it's open so late and is located so centrally. Ideal for getting a head start on doing something about tomorrow's hangover.
