At some point in the past (facebook implies November 2017) a restaurant gets opened, and for some reason gets named Cik Cak.

October 2018 I move in a flat in the same building.

Later on I try out the restaurant and find that it serves Únětické pivo 10,7°.

And quite nice food.

The restaurant becomes a place where I would go quite often. It's a nice change after the local pizzeria. I'd even have dates there. Invite friends to meet up there.

I over time learn the menu by heart and have a strong set of favourite dishes. Their vegan dish choices are nicer than a lot of other non specialised Prague restaurants.

They change their ribs recipe to a less nice one.

I'm not too sure now, but I remember it being closed only on Mondays.

They move the creepy painting from the wall just by one of the tables, to hanging in the corridor to the bathrooms.

After a while, they change the ribs recipe back to the previous one.

A rather stalker-ey woman who fancies me waits for me at Cik Cak, hoping to catch me when I exit of the building. As it happened, by some coincidence I was down by the river by that time already.

The opening hours change, and the restaurant is now closed on Sundays and Mondays. As a consequence, I happen to go there a bit less. Turns out, I prefer to dine out on Sundays.

During the lockdowns, the restaurant operates as a take away.

I find out that they make marvellous kebabs.

When possible, the restaurant gets reopened as a dine in again. 

The rib recipe is still good.

But the restaurant now is open only Tuesday - Friday.

I still some times go to dine there, but more often I would just get a takeaway.

They serve kebabs only during certain weeks and solely as a part of lunch menu. You can't get them at dinner time any more. Which I strongly disapprove of.

If there are additional public holidays during the week, I come to expect that the restaurant will be closed until the next week.

A friend from the UK visits Prague and I make him go all the way here. We share a meal, some quesadillas and beers, and he tells me how surprised he is to discover that I do actually live on a hill. I am surprised in return, as I have mentioned this a few times. He says he never imagined it to be an actual hill.

They have a TV and are showing the ice hockey championship. The place gets very busy on those days.

Summer comes and they put seating outside.

A sign appears that they are looking for a new chef. 

When some friends from abroad come to visit, that day the chef is not there. Only certain basic dishes are available. However I was absolutely starving. The list includes quesadillas. Those are still good.

They are still looking for a new chef.

The Euro 2024 football hype comes. They now show those games.

Still looking for a new chef.

One Thursday night I'm passing by the restaurant on my way home. It's late, but there are some people inside still. Why not have a party on a Thursday, I nod approvingly.

The sign about looking for a new chef is still there.

Friday, the 28th of June 2024: there's a sign in the restaurant door that it is permanently closed, thank you for understanding.