Prague here I come!

Well, I'm hyper,mega,super happy since i know that there's a Hard Rock Cafe in Prague!
Oh yeah, it's fucking great! I'm going to have some place, some good place to go visit,.
It isn't just a bar, a coffee shop. It's an Hard Rock Museum whit a coffee shop and bar included!
It's simply magnificent, beautiful, BIG!
I'd already taken the 360º visit on the official Hard Rock Cafe Prague site.
Well, There's here some information I've found there:

"Located on the River Vltava in central Bohemia, Prague has been the political, cultural, and economic centre of the Czech state for over 1100 years with a metropolitan area estimated to have a population of over 1.9 million. Widely considered to be one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, Prague is among the most visited cities on the continent.

Hard Rock Cafe Prague, considered Europe's largest Hard Rock Cafe, is situated in the four-story, V.J.Rott building with a beautifully decorated neo-Renaissance façade and frescos. The cafe is located in the heart of old Prague less than 50 meters from the famous Old Town Square. The three-level, 1900-square-meter cafe includes two vibrant bars and features a unique compilation of memorabilia from Hard Rock’s world-famous collection completed by a 5-meter custom-made chandelier in the shape of a guitar."

Well, I'd to put the story here too, ahahah, I just love this Cafe!

"It started with an Eric Clapton guitar (a Fender Lead II, for the gearheads in the audience). The beginning of something that nobody even knew was beginning.

It was just a goof. A laugh. A joke among friends.

Back in the seventies, Clapton - the original guitar god, founder of Cream and Derek & the Dominoes, creator of the immortal "Layla" - liked to eat at this quirky American diner in London called the Hard Rock Cafe. The place was this funky old building that used to be a Rolls Royce dealership, and it was run by a couple of young Americans who liked to keep it loose. Founded by Isaac Tigrett and Peter Morton, two enterprising and music-loving Americans, Hard Rock Cafe was an instant classic. You could be yourself at the Hard Rock. It was good food and a good time.

So Clapton got to be friends with the proprietors and asked them to save him a regular table, put up a brass plaque or something. And the young proprietors said, “Why don't we put up your guitar?” They all had a chuckle, and he handed over a guitar, and they slapped it on the wall.

No one thought much more about it. Until a week later, when another guitar arrived (a Gibson Les Paul, by the way). With it was a note from Pete Townshend of The Who which read: "Mine's as good as his. Love, Pete."

The young proprietors put it on the wall. After that, the guitars never stopped coming. Today there are more than 70,000 guitars, drums, pianos, harmonicas, microphones, shirts, pants, scarves, shoes, handwritten lyrics, cars, bikes, a bus and assorted rock memorabilia - by far, the largest, most valuable such collection in the world - on the walls of over 138 Hard Rock Cafes, Hotels and Casinos in 42 countries around the world.

But it all started with the one. "

Well, it's pretty much it, it fucking much worth the travel!

See you there, bitches!