On a busy street corner on Na Porici Street in Prague, where cars drive by
and trams roll along, stands an imposing time-worn building, its façade
blackened by the years. On the corner a large sign features a portly man
wearing an old-fashioned suit and top hat, brandishing a cue for a game of
pool. Lest you be mistaken though - this is no billiard hall - it is a
kavarna, a café - the Café Imperial to be precise. Even in a city like
Prague, with its many coffee houses, this establishment remains a rarity,
cultivating nostalgia from the beginning