The I Came Alone Pub of Sofia

Things get a little meta in Bulgaria

It was my second day in Sofia and I was looking for lunch. A soup place I walked into smelled a little too cabbagy; a café filled with students served suspicious looking burgers. I passed a low, white building wedged between two taller ones, with a tile roof that would have made it look vaguely Mediterranean had everything around it not been so resolutely cold and gray. I got a few doors down when something caught me. I paused, turned around, and walked back. Had I seen this place before? Something about it seemed familiar.

This is where things get a little meta. Because I realized that the place where I had seen the building before was in another Substack.