Medieval Times.

Remains of the last guy who didn't pay.

Prague, Czechia – With a grunt, the server stabs a knife into the wooden table.

It stands like an exclamation mark, piercing my bill from lunch.

Beside it sits a replica skull, into which I am to fold my bills and coins.

Open since 1375, and having only closed for a few days when one of the innkeepers murdered a patron who hadn't paid his tab, U Krále Brabantského is said to be the oldest continuously operating tavern in Prague. Word is Mozart and various Czech kings have tipped pints here.

And many, many rogues.

I'm assigned a seat beside a pair of young Franco-Australians who appreciate my initiating a conversation in French. A marinated Camembert dressed with pickled peppers and onions soon appears.

A pint of history.

The pub, located in the shadows of Prague Castle, on the Royal Way, certainly leans into its Medieval origins.

More skulls line the arched doorway.

Candles flicker over low, vaulted ceilings darkly painted with swirls of fairies and ghouls. Ethereal lute music fills the small, cavern-like rooms. Servers are intentionally gruff to hearken back to the age and they provide the percussion as they slam suds onto the simple wooden tables with rhythmic thuds.

Foam bubbles over the glass and seeps into history.

In all, it's a little hokey.

And charming enough I thoroughly enjoy it.