It's best to discuss a recently seen movie in a calm and somewhat blurred atmosphere. Warszawa bar is just the right and soulful place, with a granny-like buffet and autumn apples in no watter what season. It has remarkable wallpaper, portraits of Soviet-era movie stars on the walls, comfy chairs and dimmed light. They make classic coctails, but favor pure spirits such as wines and whiskey, or beer as a last resort.
The audience matches the venue, with regulars consisting of the local boheme: museum workers, art historians, and generally fans of a peculiar East-European splendor, detective novels from Baltic countries and Soviet films. But first appearance can be deceptive: on Friday and Saturday evenings it is often so crowded that it's hard to get, and parties last till dawn.