If you’re not of the male gender and you didn't experience World War II personally, there’s nothing really here for you. This old-fashioned haunt is populated by regulars who regard the bar as an extension of their living rooms. Newcomers get the feeling they're about to face a firing squad, so you'd probably be better off giving this place a pass unless of course you want to see the Wall of Fame: a wall with more than 40 black and white drawings of these living fossils. The rest of the décor, including the usual beer advertising and the ubiquitous yellowed bank notes from Belgium and other banana republics, lacks imagination.