Beer & Adventure at an Old Scool Prague Pub: U Zlatého Tygra (At the Golden Tiger)

The Real Deal:
There are countless reasons to visit U Zlatého Tygra (the Golden Tiger) in Prague's Old Town. For beer lovers, there's the unpasteurized Pilsner Urquell, which connoisseurs consider  to be among the best in the world. Literati love the fact that Czech novelist Bohumil Hrabel,  one of the great writers of the 20th century, was a regular here until his death in 1997. History buffs can imagine that they are sitting at the same table occupied by then-president Bill Clinton and former Czech leader Vaclav Havel when Havel brought Clinton here  to show him what life in Prague was all about.



And for those (like me) who eschew tour groups and live to explore and discover things on their own, it is nice to know that a few authentic, history-soaked Czech drinking establishments like this still exist, just off of one of the most touristy thoroughfares in Europe. This is not to say that tourists don't eat and drink at the Golden Tiger; they do, but no concessions are made for them. There is no gift shop. The experience is not pre-packaged.  The staff is not all smiles and condescension - in fact, they can be more than a bit cranky. Seating preference is in this order: regulars, Czechs, and everyone else. If you fall into the category of "everyone else" and you want to get a seat at night (rather than in the afternoon) you may wait for a very long time - if you even get to sit.



Here is an undercover shot Poppa took to give you an idea:

But of all the reasons to want to sit down and have a drink and a bite at the Golden Tiger - the history, the beer, the authenticity - truth be told it was the challenge of the thing that attracted us most. Cranky staff who doesn't care for tourists? Tough to get a seat? Oh yeah: We were all over it.



We arrived on a weeknight around 7 or 8,  and it was already packed, loud, and filled with smoke. As we entered, two seats seemed to open up, and we walked towards them. Faux pas number one! We were waved away by a disgusted waiter, who pointed at the very small, very crowded bar - which had no seats.  Two others - clearly regulars - were waved (with a smile) to the empty seats. A very large, very gruff bartender nodded at us, poured two beers, and pushed them at us. He mumbled something. We gave him some Czech korunas; he gave us change.



Game on.



To be honest, it was Poppa who originally had his heart set on scoring a seat here, but I was soon fully on board. I am not used to drinking large quantities of beer (liquor and wine is another story!) but as I stood at the cramped bar, looking out over all of the Czech regulars laughing, eating, and drinking, I resolved to get a seat by any means necessary.



Our first breakthrough came, I believe, when I asked the cranky waiter for the bathroom - in Czech. This elicited a small smile. Score! Once back, we finished our beers and were given two more - this time they didn't ask us to pay. Hmm, were they starting a tab for us? Did they expect us to be here awhile? Things were looking up.



We stood for, I believe, an hour. Many were seated during this time, and many came in, gaped open-mouthed at the crowded space, and left. This is not a game for the weak. But finally our breakthrough moment came. A small group got up to leave - leaving one of their friends behind. He looked up, and ... Is he? Is he really? ... Yes! He is motioning for us to join him. Success!



And so we were finally able to sit at the Golden Tiger - and better yet, we made a friend to boot. Meet Radek, a Czech who was vacationing in Prague:





Hooray for Radek!
Radek apologized numerous times for his English, but I thought it was excellent. If only my sad Czech could compare!



But now that we were all cozy, what to eat? Radek suggested the steak tartare - he said it was an excellent traditional Czech dish - and who am I to argue?

Radek showed me how to mix everything together:

I had never had this dish before, and I was a bit nervous that I wouldn't like raw meat (though I was prepared to be a good guest and pretend to like it no matter what) - but Radek demonstrated how to rub raw garlic on toast before smearing it with the tartar, and I surprised myself and devoured the stuff with gusto. I loved it, in fact. The spiciest meal I had in Prague was not a cooked dish, but rather raw meat.  Of course we also had some sausage:



Actually, this photo is from a subsequent night when we went back much earlier and so had a much easier time getting a seat.  I stupidly didn't get a shot of Poppa the first night. I didn't love it as much the second time around, thanks in no small part to that turtle necked sprocket man from Switzerland to the left of Poppa. This guy thought he was too cool for school. Let's just say he was no Radek!






We got to enjoy the old school ambiance and atmosphere from a seated, rather than standing, position:



Look at the cool old cash register! And the guy with the tiger T-shirt is the bartender/beer slinger.








Amazing painting on the wall


And I won over the server who originally wanted nothing to do with  us:

The lesson here? Never give up! And always give credit where credit is due. Thanks Radek!



Radek, with some unidentified (and from the looks of it, surprised) guy