Walk downstairs the Danish café Bankeråt and you'll see the stuff that nightmares are made of (pictures below; they can't be described). I went here the other day to meet a friend who told me that not only is Bankeråt one amazing place because of the creepy vibe downstairs, but also because the staff apparently is great. Listen to this: once upon a time he had no address. A place to stay, yes, a place to stay, no. Get it? Anyway, because he had no address, he had no chance to get mail... what to do? Well, his apartment was right by Bankeråt, so he strolled down and asked if they could receive his mail for him. No prob, the good people at Bankeråt said, and for a while he went there every day for post and a cup of coffee. That's what I call good, bohemian times. 
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