I know some very suitable ones for that specific purpose, but none that are in my immediate area. Regardless, unless you happen to be situated in Copenhagen, I reckon you can find something closer than the lovely place at the corner of Enghave Plads.
There’s frequently some very good Dutch book auctions as well, but though the selection is good, those venues are much less ideal for a public trip. Too bright, too public, too crowded. This calls for getting lost in loosely piled stacks and meandering though the kind of place that’s grown organically to occupy an entire basement. Cramped, cozy and staffed only by the kind of proprietor who knows, but totally gets it. It’s not just tobacco in that pipe, I swear. Pretty sure there’s an L-space entrance in there somewhere too - I just haven’t found it yet.
Oof. Although I’m sure some exist far closer to you, the trouble is, of course, that the Venn diagram of “places suitable for the purpose at hand” and “places diametrically opposed to advertising their existence” is practically is circle. These are not establishments that are meant to make money. They exist to be discovered by those that deserve to be in the know, bless them all.
My recommendation? Set aside an evening and obtain an intoxicant of your choice. Imbibe it, and just start walking. Whenever you’re confronted with a choice of which way to go, always pick the route less traveled or known to you. That simple algorithm will ensure you end up in places you might otherwise never have known, and, in my experience, that’s exactly the kind of nook or cranny you’re most likely to find the kind of place you’re looking for. It’s a certainty that’ll you’ll discover something interesting regardless. I’ve seldom if ever known this activity to be a waste of time.
I know some very suitable ones for that specific purpose, but none that are in my immediate area. Regardless, unless you happen to be situated in Copenhagen, I reckon you can find something closer than the lovely place at the corner of Enghave Plads.
There’s frequently some very good Dutch book auctions as well, but though the selection is good, those venues are much less ideal for a public trip. Too bright, too public, too crowded. This calls for getting lost in loosely piled stacks and meandering though the kind of place that’s grown organically to occupy an entire basement. Cramped, cozy and staffed only by the kind of proprietor who knows, but totally gets it. It’s not just tobacco in that pipe, I swear. Pretty sure there’s an L-space entrance in there somewhere too - I just haven’t found it yet.
Checking the Distance, the one near Stuttgart i imeditaley tought of, has a similar distance to yours :)
Oof. Although I’m sure some exist far closer to you, the trouble is, of course, that the Venn diagram of “places suitable for the purpose at hand” and “places diametrically opposed to advertising their existence” is practically is circle. These are not establishments that are meant to make money. They exist to be discovered by those that deserve to be in the know, bless them all.
My recommendation? Set aside an evening and obtain an intoxicant of your choice. Imbibe it, and just start walking. Whenever you’re confronted with a choice of which way to go, always pick the route less traveled or known to you. That simple algorithm will ensure you end up in places you might otherwise never have known, and, in my experience, that’s exactly the kind of nook or cranny you’re most likely to find the kind of place you’re looking for. It’s a certainty that’ll you’ll discover something interesting regardless. I’ve seldom if ever known this activity to be a waste of time.
You clearly know what youre talking about