A small, dark and smoky place with a diverse crowd of locals and foreigners. Back in the days Hambara used to be a secret printing house and managed to keep its authentic look even today. Everything is made of wood – floors, tables, chairs and even the tiny mezzanine. There is no electricity whatsoever, only melted candles to light your way. Music ranges from jazz to tango, but it’s always a discrete melody in the background – the main noise comes from the stories told by everyone around. To find Hambara you’ll need a local to show you the way through the backyard of a house, then you’ll have to knock on the door to let you in, and if you’re a regular visitor (as told by the urban legend) you might even get a key – how romantic is that!