Bo-Bi Bar

The first time I was ever at Bo-Bi Bar me and a friend ended up in a conversation with two old dudes about politics and ethnic policies. Very intellectual until a very drunk guy came over to out table and – with drool coming steadily out of his mouth – told us we were boring and that he wanted us to change the conversation. We didn’t pay much attention, so he slammed his fist down at the table and started to mumble about Marxism while still drooling by the side of his mouth.

Now, I don’t know about you, but for me that’s part of the charm of Bo-Bi Bar. It can be whatever you want it to be. With its red light and décor it can be the romantic end of a date. With its cheap beer it can be the haunt of drunks. And with its central location it can be the usual place for colleagues to gather after work. The truth is that Bo-Bi Bar is all of those things. Expect anything when you enter the door. Expect old communists. Expect Swedish tourists. Expect pretty blond girls. Expect drunks. Expect intellectuals. Expect everyone because they will be there. Now, I could explain to you why I love Bo-Bi Bar so much but that would only be a waste of letters. What would not be a waste of letters is simply showing you the pictures. This is one cozy, cozy dive.