You’ll find our bar right in the heart of Prague — yet far from the tourist noise. Tucked away on Senovážné Square, in a building once owned by the unions, Hoffa Bar opened its doors in 2013 and took its name from a man whose name people still whisper… even those who usually shout.

Jimmy Hoffa — union boss, power broker, the kind of guy who could cut a deal with a senator one day and a mobster the next. He embezzled a fortune, then vanished. No trace. No body. Just questions. But if he had to choose a place to lay low, we’re pretty sure he’d pick a stool right here — at the longest bar counter in town. Maybe even in the whole country.

Like Jimmy himself, our bar leads a double life. By day, it plays it straight — serving honest, hearty lunches at prices that make sense. But when the sun goes down, innocence fades, and the night brings a menu of drinks that could charm a saint and tempt a sinner.

Filmmakers, musicians, and familiar faces have all left their mark here — their signatures still grace our walls. And if luck’s on your side, you might even run into one in person. Some say, after dark, you can feel a presence… Lights flicker, glow brighter for no reason. Maybe it’s Jimmy himself, checking in on the guy who did him wrong.

The atmosphere? Pure grit and charm — an industrial interior inspired by old factories, garages, and warehouses. The kind of places where, back in the day, union bosses and mobsters shared cigars, secrets, and plans that shaped the streets of America.