A Week in Prague: What's Actually Worth Your Time
It's easy to get Prague wrong. I learned that the hard way on my first morning when I tried to order a klobása at a café on Na Příkopě, only to be handed a hot dog with a side of confused stares. The Czechs don't call it a "hot dog"—they call it a klobása, but they mean the same thing. I was still learning, and it was a good lesson: Prague isn't just a postcard; it's a city that rewards the curious. My first real taste of Prague came not in the touristy Old Town Square, but at a tiny spot called U Modré Kachničky, tucked away on a quiet street near the Charles Bridge. The owner, a woman named Jana, greeted me by name after my second visit. She serves the best svíčková I've ever had—beef in a creamy sauce with dumplings, all for 220 CZK (about $10). The restaurant opens at 8 a.m. and closes at 8 p.m., so it's perfect for a hearty breakfast or a late lunch. I went there every day for breakfast, and it quickly became my favorite spot. You can't miss ...