Full of bare bricks and dangling chains, drawings of blood-drinking rottweilers and other canines too menacing to be kitsch, it's a pretty docile atmosphere for a place desperate to bare its teeth. The streetside terrace never seems to be open and it's mostly couples drinking the cheap beer in the basement bar interior which has absolutely no romantic value, leaving one to wonder who's going to drink all those 6zł mad dog shots. Drop the leash, please.