After the incredible technology museum, I was a bit tired and hungry, so I took a friend's advice and went to Acaju, a little cozy cafe not far from the Palace of Culture, where people play board games or simply relax. Free wi-fi, of course, and nobody saw the contactless card as a weird alien artefact, unlike in Italy. I stayed there a couple of hours, enjoying coffee and waffles, deciding what to do for the evening.
I went back to the hostel. This place merits a mention, because it is weird. I already mentioned how I didn't see the owners when I arrived. Turns out they are never there. They are just a presence online (most of the times), and the only other persons I have seen have been the occasional patrons (never tourists, always locals) and two maid who keep the place in the pristine condition it is. Even the payment didn't happen "live", they have a mailbox in the common room with envelopes and a pen, so you can put money inside. Not the best from a receipt point of view, but the hostel has many positive reviews, so it's just a them being weird.
The lack of live personnel created some weird situations. At some point, the second day, wi-fi stopped working. Having data on my iPhone anyway (never ever traveling without, fuck romanticism), I contacted them, and explained that I couldn't connect anymore - the password got constantly rejected. So we chatted a bit, until...
Niiiice, Big Brother Hostel... So they don't go to the hostel but they are always there, somehow. Creepiness aside (and after having checked that there were no cameras in the rooms and bathrooms), he directed me to the router, where I rebooted it and solved the issue.
This aside, I can't stress enough how clean this place is. Even the shower is way above average. Usually, hostel showers lack pressure or water isn't very hot. THIS shower has enough pressure to dig a damn hole in a hill and goes to cold to sun temperature very easily. Once you learn how to harness its power, it'a smooth ride.
After a shower, I went out to eat. A restaurant called Casa Lavric isn't far and it was part of the advices a friend gave me. It turned out a bit weird to find...
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After a couple of turns, in the end, I found the place. But fun was yet to start. I entered and a waiter approached me. I asked a table for one and...
«We are closed.»
«Closed?»
«Yes, closed.»
He told me this while being fully dressed for the job, with all the lights on, with music and voices coming from an adjacent room. Something told me it wasn't worth to insist. When I later told this to my friend, the wise answer was «God knows what mafia meeting club was going on after you left». Most likely. So I had to find something else, as I was becoming quite hungry, but it was already 21:30. After having reached the city centre again, I entered in the first open place I found. The menu was very generic, but they had some tasty-looking ciorbă, which I ordered, but the waited told me they didn't have them now. So I asked «Anything typical Romanian or Moldavian»?
The guy advised me a pizza.
«This one could be considered Moldavian, as it has very Moldavian flavours on it.»
I was tired and hungry. My defences were lower and I couldn't be bothered looking for another place. So I raised the white flag and I accepted. Funnily enough, it turned out to be quite good, with a strong goat cheese, onion and sausage. And the wine was good. After eating I discovered I was basically next to that place I went the first night, La Bazã. It's cheap and nice, so I spent the evening there again, wondering (among the other things) how can you ask this cocktail to a bar woman without things going downhill.