A short walk down the street on Zaubes iela was a little cafe. It didn't have any Latvian beer, but at least there was an all-night store close by where you could get your own on the way home. Silvija's dad liked the place, they had really tasty kiplok maizites (garlic toast). One evening we had a "guest" join us to discuss politics, the rating of gold purity by percentage versus karat, and observe that the night was still young.