My friend and I entered this club purely because of its name. Who can resist the allure of a basement level bar in Krakow named after Faust?! It was loud, haunting, thumping, cavernous. Drinks were not hard to get or expensive. Conversations was rare. Stone walls, eerie artwork, almost no lighting. I dug. We grabbed drinks, didn’t dance much, I think it was late in the night, and the range of people seemed to run from bros to nightlifers. Despite its location near the market square, it didn’t seem like there were many tourists at Faust Café.