One cold winter in Hamburg, The Captn and I wanted to get drunk and/or high and then see if random things would happen. The problem, however, was that his ganja guy was no where to be found. So, he asked me to ask Mo for a hook up. So, I called Mo , who was like, "Nope, I got nothin'. But I know this place where you can go in Barmbek. I'll meet you at the Barmbek subway station in 30 minutes." Knowing Mo , I added an extra 30 mins on to his estimated time of arrival. Sure enough, 30 minutes later, he calls to say that he's running late and it'll be another 30 minutes. "Cool," I says. Another half an hour later, Mo calls again and is like, "Ok, I'm not gonna be able to meet up with you, but here's where you go." And then I'm like, "Is this like just some random person's house, or what?" Then Mo's like, "No, it's like a café." "A what?!" "It's a café." "Um, ok" ...