bullet journaling and cleaning

If you know me, you know I dislike cleaning the most. However, it’s not something I can escape. Nobody can escape it. To make myself stick to a good cleaning routine I decided to use a bullet journal. It seems like it is a good way to keep people organized and productive. I only just started it now in June simply because I just learned about it.

I tried once in the past year, but I failed at following it. I hope to be more successful this time. The main weekly tasks are cleaning on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I started with Thursday’s task, the stove: it needs a single day, because reasons, see below:

Has your stove ever been this dirty? No? How did you do it? I won’t lie, I’m envious because I never liked cleaning and on top of that, I wasn’t good at maintaining the place clean either I really have no idea how people do it. But now, thanks to my bullet journal I hope to become one of those people.

The first thing I did regarding this mess, was to grab an old knife and start scratching like a scratch card while the stove was cold and dry. The mess is some cream soup that boiled over so my approach worked really well. It was gone in less than 10 minutes and it also worked on the greasy parts – at least some of them. After 20 or 30 minutes of working on it, it looked like this:

Since I’m not as healthy as I used to be, I had to take breaks from time to time. I can’t know for sure how long it took me to clean it to this state, seen below. Maybe a grand total of 2 hours? 2 hours and a half?

Clearly, next week, my pretty stove will not be as dirty, and it will be much more easy [and fast] to clean.

Let’s see some pics – from before and after, for a better understanding:

I do want to mention the cleaning products I used as well, because the end result was not possible with just scrubbing. I used:

  • a piece of old towel,
  • Axion the grease stripper
  • Triumf for stoves and ovens [a Romanian cleaning products brand] – this think strips grease like crazy! and you need to wear gloves when using it, as well as a face mask.

 

So, what is the point of this entry?

I really don’t know. I guess, i just want to tell people that even the most difficult tasks can be taken care of, even if at a slower pace. And that if you need something to keep you motivated, bullet journaling can be quite useful.


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SO, you rescued a baby bird. Now what?

It is early May and you might find baby birds on the ground. Fallen from their nests. (I’m not sure when wild bird eggs hatch, so this article might come in handy. )

If you do, find such a baby bird, what do you do?

  1. You could try to find its nest and put it back.
  2. Take it home/ to the vet to see if it’s OK – no broken wings or legs
  3.  Do nothing, let nature take its course. [do you have the heart for that? i don’t]
  4.  Something else this author didn’t think about. [care to share your thoughts?]

I only asked “what will you do” and not “what and why.” I like to assume that most of us would try and find the bird’s nest and try to put it back. We all know baby birds don’t belong on the ground. Many would choose to do both option 1 and 2.  And there are quite a handful who would choose the last 2 options, for various reasons.

Saying that doing one or the other is wrong or good – this is actually something we can’t be objective on. We were all raised differently and have different beliefs.

This is Ciel, a few months later after being found on the ground. He wanted a bath.

However, I will tell you what I did, and what my experience was. You can then decide if this was the right or the wrong thing to do.

About 3 years ago I found a baby grey crow on the ground, next to my building. It was a rainy spring, and the poor thing was soaked. His parents were still watching over him, but couldn’t do anything about him – there were just too many humans around for them to risk getting down on the ground and feed him or protect him from the rain.

He couldn’t protect himself from the cold pouring rain either because he was bald, only his tail and wings feathers were grown. He would have died if I didn’t decide I would take him in, feed him, and warm him up.

I took him in and decided the first thing he needs is to get warm up. I grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry him off, except it didn’t really work. The hairdryer did a better and faster job.

The bird was now dry and warmer. But weak. Because he didn’t eat in a few hours.

WARNING: Baby birds need to eat about once an hour or two. But you need to learn how to feed them because YOU are now the parent!

Learning how to feed a baby bird is rather easy, but if you worry easily, ask someone else to do it. You can find many instructions online, but I will try to explain in a future post how to feed baby crows!

Must tell you Romanian vets are not very experienced with birds, and I had 2 of them telling me he would die because they didn’t know what to do to him. Guess what? he didn’t die. I had to force some antibiotic on him the next day – he caught a cold from the rain. The worst part was that he could have died at my hands because I only had some strong antibiotic for humans [I used it for a UTI before… so go figure].

Of course I made sure to only give him a tiny bit, trying to figure out about how much based on his weight and to complicated measurements and math calculations on the pill. Fun times! I should be a chemist now, or a vet. The good news is that it worked and the next day he was walking all over the floor.

Keep an eye open for the next entry related to feeding wild birds!

5 Romanian etiquette rules

In my previous post I mentioned I would make an entry related to etiquette in Romania. So, here it is! These are stuff I either saw myself or was told.

1. Shoes – on or off?

In Romania, you take your shoes off when entering your own home, or the home of those close to you – friends and family, unless told otherwise. It helps with keeping the house clean(er).

You keep your shoes on when you go visit people you’re not very close to – say, if you meet the parents of your partner for the first time. Some of these people you don’t know very well, might ask you to take your shoes off when entering their home.

  • why should I take my shoes off? If it rained, chances are your shoes are dirty and your host doesn’t want their floors or carpets to get dirty, especially if the house looks as clean as a 5 star hotel room.

2. Bring something when you visit someone

In the past, when paying a visit, it was a sign of good manners not to go empty handed. People were usually bringing something symbolic, like flowers, something sweet, or something to drink. The “something sweet” was something home made, but bought stuff were also OK. A casserole of home cooked food also works well – remember this is something symbolic. If the younger generations do this these days, it must be because they grew up seeing their parents do it.

While this habit might seem weird for some, consider that Romania used to be a communist country and during the regime the living conditions were harsh. For some people it would have been a financial burden to receive and entertain guests, so the guests were considerate towards this effort by bringing something to the “party.”

3. Greet your neighbors when meeting them

This applies for when meeting them in the common areas of the apartment building, as many Romanians still live in apartment buildings. If you happen to meet any of your neighbors, they will say “hello” and the polite thing to do is to reply. Easy, right?

When visiting friends, you might encounter their neighbors and they might say “hello” even if they don’t know you. It costs nothing to reply back with a “hello.” Greeting random people they see waiting around their building is not that weird since many Romanians are renting out their apartments. Your friend’s neighbors might think you’re renting a place there and you’re new.

4. Greet your cashier

All cashiers I went to, would say “hello” to all their customers, me included. They would also say “bye bye” after giving them their change and receipt. The client is supposed to answer to both greetings. This gesture sure doesn’t cost nor time nor money. I generally say “thanks” before leaving. I sometimes add “have a nice day” as well.

5. Speaking of the change… Don’t expect it full

Let’ assume you’re supposed to receive 7.37 … well, let’s just say you’ll receive 7.35 instead, and demanding the extra 0.02 is nowadays considered a bit weird, if not quite rude. The cases when you’ll receive your full change is rare (I only saw it happening at one supermarket- Kaufland) The coins of the 0.01 value (1 ban) are generally disregarded by most people. I don’t think the 0.05 coins (5 bani) are too popular either.

Don’t ask me how much money I lost this way. However, you’ll be surprised to learn or see just how many Romanians simply leave all the coins in their change to the cashier. They might take the 0.5 coin (50 bani) but not the 0.1 coins (10 bani).


disclaimer: i don’t own the pictures in this post, they belong to their respective creators. i just found them online.

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Please think twice before adopting a pet!

This is not a sad story, but rather one that might make your blood boil to the point where you want to smash something. But let’s start with the beginning.

Back in November I was coming back from buying some groceries. As I was opening the door to the apartment building where I live, this little [mostly black] cat dashed right in with me. I have no idea where it came from, but it sure wasn’t shy. This little fellow simply followed me home. So I took her in… Lucky that my two 7 and 6 year old male cats didn’t try to kill her, but she wasn’t happy with their presence either.

In the end, it all worked out just fine. see below:

This black furry thing wasn’t shy nor scared of being touched or even handled. I quickly discovered this was a female cat. “Sweet! I never had a female cat before” I thought to myself. Of course, I talked to my friend about it, and we decided to keep her for a while, until we find a more suitable furrever home. The little cat went in heat in about 2 – 3 weeks after finding her. Her screaming sounded as if someone was torturing her to death. I waited till it passed, and then got her spayed. Quietness returned.

There are more reasons I need a new home for Milky – this is what I named her. Ironic given her color, right? but it’s mostly because she likes to nurse on tshirts and pants of a certain texture. She also LOVES milk, so now the name seems more fitting.. The most important reason is that we will be leaving the country this year [hopefully soon], and there is no way to accommodate 3 cat at the new place [with some relatives until we find a job, and a place of our own].

So we posted a few “up for adoption ads” for Milky.  A few nights ago I received this phone call from an older lady showing interest in Milky [the female cat]. We decided to meet the next day, with me bringing the cat to her place. Said and done.

I wrapped the cat in a blanket as there was no need for a cat carrier, and off we went to meet the lady. Luckily, she lived some 3 bus stops away, and this means easily reachable by foot as well. As soon as the lady saw the cat, she melted -“a good sign” I thought to myself.

She led us to her place – some 5 minutes by foot away from the bus stop, on a quiet street. When we entered, I was requested to take off my shoes. She had a good point for it: that place was SO clean and everything nicely arranged. [I will most likely address etiquette rules regarding wearing shoes indoors, in the next post. Let’s just say it is not really polite to ask your quests to remove them.]

I told the lady everything she needed to know about the cat, I showed the cat where the litter was, and I was ready to leave. Right before leaving, the lady informed me it is customary to give a little something in exchange for the cat, so she had prepared some bananas and a box of chocolates.  I took that, my blanket, and I returned home.

Later in the evening, she called however I couldn’t pick up the phone. I called her back the next morning… The lady informed me she wanted to return the cat! Yes, you read that right – to return the cat after she promised she would take good care of her and all! She complained that Milky cried, that she went on the opened window, and that the cat wanted to suck her pajamas at night. Apparently she couldn’t sleep because of all these! Other than the clothes sucking, all the cats go on open windows and cry in a new house!

  • if you’re going to adopt a cat, expect her to cry at least the first night if she’s sociable, or to hide if she’s less sociable. dogs and puppies also cry the first night or two.
  • your new cat or dog is an ALIVE CREATURE! it is definitely NOT a toy, piece of clothing or some other thing you can just return the next day because you changed your mind!
  • having a pet is NEARLY identical to having a human baby! it requires your attention and it needs you!

Do expect your new companion to give you some headaches, but seriously, children are no different.

Milky literally LOVES knocking things over because they stand in her way… or in what he thinks is HER place.

LISTEN TO YOUR FRIENDS TOO

My life has been chaotic the past few months. This is why I haven’t updated this blog in such a long time.

Let’s just say I had a full time job with a weird working schedule.. it got me exhausted. both mentally and physically. The worst part is that even my cats suffered because of this job. One of them gained a lot of weight even though he didn’t eat more than before. [or this is what I think.]

However, talking about this job is not why I’m here, but to mention that I did have friends that saw the effects of this job on me, and they got worried. They told me to quit it or else.. [I will get ill or regret it later..]

Did I listen? NO! of course not! Why would I listen to my friends? Do they care about me, or are worried about me, or even know my needs or desires? Given that they’re my friends, the answer should be “yes” for most, if not all the above questions, right?

It turns out they were right.. the job was bad for my body…and mind. Or at least the effort needed to perform the tasks on the job and the long hours were too tiring.

friendship-day

Image found here

For instance, I had no physical power and no mental energy to deal with or to think about cooking or even cleaning the house. I could only shower, eat a bit, sleep, and wash a couple of dishes [by hand] … and that was it. every. single. day. I also didn’t manage to get enough sleep either, for some reason or another. Seeing my friends or even close family members was also out of the question: I was too tired in my days off to have visitors or to pay visits to people.

I was leaving home at about 1pm and return at about 1am.. daily. With the exception when I had to be there at 7am and still return at 1am for 2 days in a row.. Good luck with that, superman-me! I did it a few times, until my body was too tired to hear the alarm and wake up at the time I had to be leaving out the door.

So, what did I do in the end? I finally quit this soul-sucking job only to realize just how tired I really was.. just like my friends predicted [or already saw].

friendship-whatsapp-status-quotes

Picture found here

My advice for everyone reading this entry is to just listen to your friends, or whoever else you have near you and cares about you when or if you are in a similar situation. Listening to them might just save you from a trip to the hospital, from a situation in which you realize you’re completely alone because you prioritized the wrong thing, or even from the day you realize you live in a pig’s house instead of a house for humans because you had no time or energy to vacuum.

Thoughts in a cafe

How blessed are we to be healthy and ‘normal?’ How many times are thankful for these blessings?
How many times are we thinking about those with special needs, about those who are labeled as ‘normal?’

Let me tell you: not enough, or never at all.

Tonight I’m at this café/restaurant place right next to my apartment building. At the next table there are 3 girls, enjoying their drinks.
But there is something wrong, very wrong with this picture: only 2 of them are talking and having fun.
The 3rd one is just staring, obviously bored. But … this is not what’s wrong with the picture.. Her outfit and appearance is a clear sign she doesn’t really belong here … that she is not ‘fully normal.’
She suffers from the Down syndrome. This syndrome makes everyone suffering from it look nearly the same.

At first, not seeing her face, I was wondering what is she doing here, as she clearly doesn’t belong.. She must have come with one of the other 2 girls.

The 2 girls seem cheerful, talking about their …. whatever they speak about. The 3rd girl doesn’t only look bored, but she also seems as if she wants to be part of the conversation. But she’s being ignored by her companions.

Am I judging them? you bet I am. it is 11.30 pm, and 2 girls brought with them a person who they completely ignore. The 2 girls are drinking beer, but the Down girl is drinking Pepsi Light. Do I find this fair? not at all.

This whole scene made me realize I’m never truly thankful for what I have – be it material or not. and since I’m never truly grateful, there must be others that are the same as me.

I’m never thankful enough for my health. I’m never thankful enough for the roof over my head, for the clothes covering my body, for the food on my table, for the fact that when I go out with someone I’m not completely ignored and forgotten.

I feel bad for the girl has a disability Down syndrome because she’s being ignored and left out of the conversation. Because this syndrome makes others label her as ‘not normal’ or ‘ill.’ And there is nothing i can do for her nor for others in her situation.

The only thing i can do is write my thoughts here, for you to read. And then, i can only hope that next time you see someone having less stuff than you do, you’re going to be grateful for what you have. You could then point this out to those around you as well. Don’t judge them as you don’t know their stories. Further more, if everyone was equally healthy/ill or rich/poor, we wouldn’t have these notions anymore, and perhaps another type of chaos would arise.

You may not be able to help those with less things than you, but maybe someone else can. This is still a form of showing love and compassion. It’s still a form of helping, after all.

“thank you visitor for reading./Thank you god for everything you’ve given me – good and bad, because I grew into a better and stronger me” [or at least I hope so].


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How I lost weight

It seems that talking about a person’s weight turned into a taboo subject as it always ends up in a ‘body shaming’ topic. It seems everyone likes to point how the others are worse looking … but they forget to look into their conscience mirror to see how ugly their thinking is.

I’m not here to promote any secret magical diet given to me by Fairies. Sorry 😦 It’s not because I don’t want to share, but because I have yet to meet said Fairies. I also don’t want to tell you “You absolutely MUST lose weight” because in the end, it is your life and your body and you have the right to control them as you think it’s fit.

That being said, in a much earlier post I promised I would tell you more about how I managed to lose some weight. I never got around to do it.. until now.

Why did you want to lose weight?

The reasons for which I wanted to lose weight are simple: I couldn’t fit into my pants anymore and I didn’t want to go shopping for others as I really liked what I owned. I always bought larger shirts, so that wasn’t an issue. Just my pants.

So, what did you do to lose weight?

Let’s make a few things clear, shall we?

  1. I dislike working out – especially running or jogging.
  2. I’m trying hard to use my common sense.
  3. My common sense tells me that most “losing weight diets” don’t give long lasting results.

The first thing I did was analyzing my diet AKA what was I eating and when. I discovered:

  • I would eat the most in the evening and then I would go to sleep.
  • I also found out I was eating a lot of bread and not enough fruits and vegetables.
  • My eating pattern wasn’t  ‘regular’ – I never ate at the same hours.

When I realized a few of the things I was ‘doing wrong,’ I decided it was time to change all that. I never tried to follow this or that “losing weight recipe,” but I did try to see a common pattern in them and follow that instead.

I cut down on bread to the point of not eating any at all with any of my meals. I was left still hungry at first. Then, an idea occurred to me: what if I ate SLOWER by chewing my food more? and what if I drank more water?

This actually worked! I would chew more, and therefore I got the impression I was fuller! There is science behind this, so feel free to go search it yourself to convince yourself. I also started to eat more vegetables and white meat [just chicken, though I like fish too].

Not eating in the evening was the most difficult part though. I went and drank water every time I felt hungry. I started hating the water 😦 However, in the end, not eating in the evening started to feel OK, even normal…?

Another change I made was paying attention to how much I ate, AKA the size of my portions. Eating smaller portions means less ingested calories as well.

Did these changes do anything?

You mean, if I saw any positive results? Yes, I did. Or I wouldn’t have written this.

I do have to mention the results weren’t fast, like say in 1 week, but maybe more like a month? One month is the earliest I started to see a difference.

You should know that this “common sense diet” is actually a change in lifestyle. It doesn’t make one obsessed with counting calories, though doing that would help in faster results. I wouldn’t recommend it though. This “diet” doesn’t force one say “oh, I can’t have cake because I’m dieting,” because you can eat anything you want, just not too much.

Do you have any further tips?

Seriously? Wasn’t this enough?

Well, if you insist, the last piece of advice I have for you is to look for those diets doctors insist diabetic people follow. They are specially designed to keep diabetes and weight in check, and why wouldn’t they help other people as well?

If you like working out, you will also see faster results and your body will tone up as well.

I hope you find some of these tips helpful.


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Thoughts on being a good person

Hello world.

Today’s topic is something we all should think about. Today’s topic is one of the reasons I started writing this blog. I’m not a good person, or better said, I’m not as good as I would like to be. However, this is something that defines “being a human, ” isn’t it?

But, what does “good person” mean?

“Good person” means anything you want it to mean. It can be a person with a kind heart who cares about the pain other people feel. It can be someone who simply wants to help everyone in need, be it a person, animal, plant, cause, insect, alien… you get the point.

A “good person” can be someone who wants to be the best at doing something: their job, a hobby, at school..

Can I be or become a good person?

This sounds like a really silly question. Of course you can be! Anyone can become a good individual if they so want. How to become a better person is a topic better discussed in a different entry though.


Back to the current subject, now.

What I noticed is that many people are mean these days. And with each passing day they become more and more mean. I wonder why is this happening.. It can’t be terrorism. Or not just that.

I think it’s because people take for granted way too many things these days, and each of them has the impression they rule the Universe when it’s the Universe ruling us. You don’t believe me? Just think about the force of gravity that keeps us on Earth, on the ground, or just think about who gives birth: the Universe decided only women can give birth. If these 2 examples are not proof that the Universe rules us, I don’t know what they are then.

Sadly, everywhere I go I see someone bearing hate feelings towards another. I see hate speech, hateful behavior, and a general lack of respect. All of these are proof that people are not “good.” A good person wouldn’t do all the above.

Ironically, there is a whole group of people that recently emerged. This group of individuals put up an image of “promoting love, kindness, and consideration towards others,” …. but by preaching. Preaching is not “being a good person either.” Preaching is trying to give the impression the person is loftier than the rest, but they actually aren’t because they still use a hateful speech when addressing others. This aspect is easily seen online when people discuss a controversial subject.

Trying to think of alternative ways of saying something can make you a better person. Walking away from a conflict can be a sign of a wiser or better person, and not sign of weakness. Announcing you’re walking away from the conflict doesn’t make you a better person though: you have to simply walk away and forget about it.


Am I good or better person by saying all of the above? No. What I’m saying here is something I may be doing wrong and I hope to help the readers to avoid making the same mistakes and choose to be better. 


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Waking Up Early IS Possible!

What’s up guys?

This entry is not motivational, or at least that’s not my current intention. What I want to talk about is what I noticed that changed since I started waking up early.

βΑ¢ΚŠτØℜϒ  – that should read backstory, in case you can’t see the characters-

I work as a freelance writer for 5 and a half years now. Like most writers and freelancers I discovered that I’m more inspired to write at night – not to mention that my days were also filled with other activities and chores.

This meant I would end up going to bed really and I mean REALLY late. Think of 1 am which slowly and steady reached 3 and 4 am, sometimes even 6 or 7 am, just to finish a task.

I need to sleep at least 8 hours every night, so I would wake up not earlier than 10 am. During 2015 I would wake up at 1 pm or even 2 pm at times, even if I was asleep at 4 am.  This wasn’t good for me … mentally.

tip: ƒ¡ηР¡ηšΡ¡ℜα†¡Øη! – that reads “find inspiration!”

I also was [and still am] watching the videos posted by Grace about her daily life in Japan. I watched them and I started feeling ashamed of myself.

I’m not saying she leads a perfect life, but in my opinion hers seems more put together than mine. She’s also a blogger and a freelancer, so I kinda started looking up to her.

I guess her videos started to inspire and motivate me [if just a little bit] to want to be more proactive in taking control of my life. But the first step was to control my sleeping pattern.

I needed a change. And the change came.

†Η€ ¢Ηαηg€ – that reads “the change”

I decided I should search for a 9-to-5 job to make sure I earn more money – I really want to buy a house [=house around here means apartment, and translated to a place that I could call “my own”].

This type of job means I would have to wake up earlier than what I was used to in the past few years. MUCH EARLIER. Of course, that is easier said than done. And it also meant I would have to go to bed earlier as well.

I forgot how I started doing it, but I did. I most likely started to set the alarm to ring throughout the morning and to make an effort to get up from the bed each time – I would go use the toilet or drink some water. It did took a lot of will power, but it had to be done. But then I would go back to sleep and repeat till 1 or 2 in the afternoon, every 2 hours.

TIP:  If you want to make sure you get up at a certain hour, place the alarm across the room: you’ll be forced to get up from the bed to stop it. 

While I did manage to start adjusting to being waken up throughout the morning, I still wouldn’t manage to be in bed earlier.

However, the “secret” was to remain awake at an earlier hour: say, 9 or 10 am. In the evening, the body would be too tired to be able to still stay awake till wee hours. I managed to do that and it started working. My sleeping pattern started to slowly improve.

In the end I did find a job and I was forced to wake up at 6 am. It was still way early for me. That job wasn’t meant to be, but I did learn some stuff, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Plus I got paid too, so I can’t complain too much – plus I’m trying to be positive here 😉 .

†Η€ ρℜ€š€η† – that reads “the present”

Currently I wake up at 8 am, though the alarm is set for 7:51 am, no exceptions allowed. This means that even on Saturdays and Sundays I continue waking up at the same hour. I go to bed at midnight sharp and I get enough sleep.

Of course, I was forced to go to bed later than midnight, however I still insisted in waking up at 8. I only lingered in bed till 9 for two days [one of them being today] and I’m not happy about it.

I do consider that sometimes is OK to wake up a bit later, especially if there is nothing waiting to be done on the spot. I just need to make sure this doesn’t slowly revert to my old habits.


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Tips on testing a new cafe

Last week I went out to have a drink and relax. I had no idea where to go and I just wandered around until I found this cafe called The Drunken Lords.

The cafe, or bar -as I’m not entirely sure what its label is- is located in the Historic Center of Bucharest. This area is full of cafes, restaurants, bars, night clubs, and even random shops, especially those selling wedding gowns. I may show some of these stores in a future entry.

I never went here before, and I often go to new places just because. The downside is that I never know how the service or the drinks are.

I came up with a simple and rather sure way of testing out new cafes. I will share my observations with you, because you know, “sharing is caring,” and I started this blog for this particular reason.

Check out the atmosphere of the place.

This means you need to observe “each detail.” For instance, what do the seats and the tables look like? Do they seem comfortable? How many people can they accommodate? What type of decorations are there on the walls? Is there a funny scent, or is it too smoky?

The Drunken Lords had tables for two but tables for 4 or 6 persons as well. The  owner or the designer thought about using a combination of chairs and sofas [or couches] to appeal to the preferences of more people.

I sat on a chair, while my friend used the sofa to sit at the same table.

I really liked the wall decor and this is why I took two pictures of it. One of the walls was completely covered in these old books – most likely nobody would have read them anymore. Among all those books, some really old fashion suitcases were also sprinkled. You can actually see a little bit of one of them in the above picture.

I didn’t take a better picture because it took me minute to realize what was I looking at, and was feeling self conscious taking pictures. On another wall, the designer used the portrait of a gentleman [see below] – too bad my phone and the spotlight were at a bad angle. I really liked how the middle section was left as it was while the upper and the lower sections seem painted over.

Check the bathroom

You may not need to go, but you should still go wash your hands before consuming anything. This is exactly what I also did. Having a look at the cafe’s restroom is a great indicator of the care they put in serving their clients.

Luckily most of the restrooms I went to while being at a cafe, were CLEAN. They might not have someone to clean the place after each person, nor advanced Japanese toilets, but you won’t feel like throwing up while walking in there.

I never sit on the toilet seat, but that’s a different story. This restroom was not only clean, but it was nicely scented too. They have one for the ladies and one for the gents, separated, unlike many other places. 2 people can go in 2 separate stalls at the same time, and there were 2 sinks with soap and paper towel dispensers as well.

Can you tell I was nicely impressed?

Pay attention to the staff

Of course, many people would pay attention to the staff, and notice faster if the staff is rude or not polite enough.

The folks on duty on that evening were all smiles and excited to talk to me and my friend. This made the experience more relaxed and much more pleasant.

There is one slight minus that happens virtually everywhere I go: when the order came, there was no napkin in sight! 0.0 I realized this when it was too late, and took my own out [taken from another cafe. When our waiter noticed, he got upset, but he didn’t say a word. ooopsies]

I should have asked for some, but I’m not sure why I didn’t.

The way your bill is presented at the end is also important. Since you’re going to a more fancy place, you should receive it inside a little something, and not just given in your hand. Different locations have different ways of presenting it: in glasses, inside small fancy looking boxes, or specially created cases.

Place your order

This step is one of the most important one when going to a cafe or restaurant. However you must be prepared ahead of time.

What I like doing is quite simple, and uses common sense [I noticed not many people still have it these days, sadly].

I order some drinks I really like and that are super easy to get right or fail. [Well, I also pay attention to the quantity and the price, to see how ‘fair’ they are or if they’re trying to rip customers off – this is something that happens at times].

We ordered a lemonade and a hot chocolate with a side of a standard drink – Pepsi Cola [hey, Pepsi folks! can I get some change here for advertising your drink? =P LOL]. Pepsi was the last resort if we hated the other two drinks 😉

Lemonade is something REALLY easy to make. And it might sound ridiculous to some of those reading this entry, but I had a few places bringing me a NASTY lemonade. If they don’t know how to make a decent lemonade, how are they going to make other more complicated drinks?

The staff at The Drunken Lords made a nice lemonade for me. Its size was decent too – not too large and not too small either. I also found its price rather fair, so I can’t complain in this regard.

Hot chocolate is something that I had a bad experience with on a few occasions. This one was a good one, and therefore I have no complaints here either. The bad experiences were related to watered down chocolate, and the drink not being hot enough [at the same time too at least once], OR it being a pudding chocolate.

Hot chocolate is supposed to be like hot Nutella and a bit more creamy or liquid when hot. And the barista at The Drunken Lords did just that. YAY! [can I get some cash for advertising Nutella as well?]

All in all, I had a nice time there. I also liked it because at the time it was mostly empty, so it was more quiet.

The music was nice as well. At least in the beginning of my stay, because I can’t remember the whole playlist, but the music was pleasant all the way.

If you’re in Bucharest, you should totally check this place out. This is their website.


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