I can drink just about anywhere. Don't be impressed, it's simply a form of ambidextrousness - I can't tell the difference between left and right. Well, not when I'm drunk anyway. And, I do declare, that Little Prague is a great place to imbibe. From saintly, non-judgmental barkeeps to a few menu items that serve as great drinking dishes (the Czech pretzel, salami platters, stay far away from the chicken wings) the bar is a more than welcoming stop on one's path towards liver disease - God forbid. Nuzzling on up to the wooden jungle of the Tel Aviv branch, the first thing I noticed was the superb soundtrack for the setting. Never - let me repeat, never - have I heard so much Billy Joel in one sitting at an Israeli bar; or, for that matter, in an American bar the past couple decades. Call me old-fashioned, but I can get nicely toasted to "New York State of Mind." The beer selection is impressive, with a nice number of draught options, featuring, that's right, Czech beers. The bar has just about every tasty poison you might consider downing for both happy and sad occasions. Including, my favorite Czech liquor, Becherovka. Psych! I'm talking about absinthe, obviously. Upon the request for this kind of vile beverage with an alluring green glow, the bartender poured a couple shots and started on his way. Not a chance, we insisted. (As in my drinking buddy and me. The little leprechaun who tells me to burn things was on a date that night. Long story short: mazal tov little guy on the engagement!) Demanding burning sugar in a spoon, the bartender complied, setting one of our cocktail napkins afire in the process. We were in sheer delight. I don't recall the remainder of the evening. For information regarding the three branches of Little Prague (Tel Aviv, Herzliya, Bat Yam) and operational hours, visit littleprague.co.il (available in English); not kosher. Both writers were guests of the restaurant.