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Tuesday, 24th of July, 2007

“My father used to hit me with his hat if I didn’t do my job right”, he remembers. The noise made by the sledgehammer left him a little “hard of hearing”, the illness of all blacksmiths. Ina few moments he can make a horseshoe, a small one, “for donkeys and mules”,which he sells for five lei to the children amazed by his little workshop setup in a tent. But he can make “anything” out of iron. “I can even make an iron Devil if I have to”, mocks the old man.

A story? No. These are thewords of one last blacksmith.

There are no moreblacksmiths. The only left is the smithy.

At the Smithy the stories andthe adventures dwell within the walls, the iron and the wood. It is said thatthey have the power to induce various states to each visitor. They say that,once you enter, your appetites invade you: the appetite for friends, theappetite for fun, the appetite for nature, the appetite for nature, theappetite for culture, the appetite for art, the appetite for vacation, theappetite for relaxation, the appetite for memories and the appetite for groundnuts.

You quench your thirst withall sorts of alcoholic or cooling drinks. At the Smithy, you recognize the realmen by the number of one liter Mugs gathered on their table. 

They also say that there areold liquor recipes that fire up your soul, and that you find at the Smithy: 

  1. With the girl in the hay and the pint in the bosom
  2. 101 all-nighters asked for
  3. Drowned in the barrel of melancholy
  4. Gone with the wind
  5. The ewe’s breast gives milk with airs and graces
  6. Blinkers for the beam in the eye
  7. Who treats whom more?
  8. White horse, eat your oat… or I’ll whip you
  9. Down with the cap, up with the cup
  10. Be damned!!! As hard as the iron, as quick as the steel
  11. Mix of stay a little longer and a little more 

For weaker souls there is teaand coffee in great varieties.

Refreshed you will be in thecellar of the smithy and the cold tea and the juices for you will delight youin such a way that will never think of leaving.

Protected from the cold youwill be at the smithy, warm and flavored will be the wine in your cup. 

Therefore, the blacksmith isdead, long live the Smithy! See you at TheSmithy at concerts, theatre plays, standup comedy, after hour parties,various cultural events, traditional evenings, amateur evenings and creationworkshops.

The Smithy, on Mărăşesti street, at a hammers’ throw uphillScala confectionery. A BOHEMIAN PUB for your appetite for life.

 

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Monday to Sunday 12:00 -02:00