Cafe Vox
Caffe Bar Vox
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Ponude
- Alkohol: Da
- Pivo: Da
- Cocktails: Da
- Vino: Da
Sadržaјi
- Toalet: Da
- Monday 7 AM to 12 AM
- Tuesday 7 AM to 12 AM
- Wednesday 7 AM to 12 AM
- Thursday 7 AM to 12 AM
- Friday 7 AM to 12 AM
- Saturday 7 AM to 12 AM
- Sunday 7 AM to 12 AM
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My group and I came here during our Yacht Week adventures in Milna. I had a regular iced coffee, followed by my favourite espresso martini in all of my European travels! Great atmosphere and service.
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One day, in the bar Vox in Milna, a port city on the island of Brač in Croatia, I met a man whose eyes seemed to reflect nothing. He told me how the ship he was a doctor on got lost in the fog of the ocean, as if outside of time and even, as if, outside of space. Here is his story. We got lost in the fog... I remember that it just came over us in a second, and we lost our bearings, all frequencies were drowned out by white noise. The noise enveloped us like a wet shroud, pulling us out of reality. The air became thick and heavy, as if we were breathing not oxygen, but a mixture of molten mercury. And then, from the mouth of the fog, in a ringing silence, the shiny, pockmarked side of the Flying Dutchman slipped out. The ocean's breath seemed to stop, and the water froze like jelly, making it difficult for the ship to navigate through the dead sea. A sticky layer of ice crept over their skin, immobilizing their bodies. Everyone on the deck felt their hair bristling with icy, brittle needles. We're passing the Dutchman at a distance of about one fathom - a leap, and you're on someone else's deck. Our ships grumbled and creaked, as if complaining to each other about the weight of their inevitable fates. Is it a boarding party? No... We walk past in silence, not breathing. Our bodies are paralyzed. Then I see the captain of the Dutchman, wearing a mirrored mask and a tattered gray-green frock coat, sitting on a barrel behind a line of ghostly sailors lined up along the ship's side. Through the captain's mirrored, cloudy mask, I can see the black holes of his eyes. The blackness burns and blinds me to the point of tears. His black holes watch his every move, but the captain seems to be looking in the opposite direction, deep into himself, where a humming silence stretches out for an infinity of years in all directions. And so painfully terrible is this incomprehensible silence for him, that he tries in a detached way to find a way out of it, but only sinks deeper into it, as into a quagmire, in search of what he has lost, as he believes, somewhere there, among the wreckage of the world. And the captain hates this world with all his might, accuses it of betraying him and of stealing from him the most precious thing - himself. His lips mutter fragments of curses and questions. The salty wind seemed to carry fragments of phrases: "Where is...?", "Is it really...?". And so insanely scary is this silence inside him that as soon as his delirious babbling stops, the captain's body is shaken by the fury of the truth. The truth that he had tried so hard to forget. The truth that he had lost himself forever and was doomed to the torment of feelings that even the prisoners of Cochit, from which no one ever returned, were not punished with. This feeling is so unbearable that the captain longs for the slightest provocation from the outside to unleash the sultry anger of the lifeless deserts of his soul, which have consumed a part of his personality like water and dried up all the sprouts of life within him. I trembled with horror, but deep down, I wept and envied his right to live freely without pretense, his sweet suffering to be doomed to this involuntary freedom. When I met the captain's gaze, I felt his eyes squeeze out everything I thought I had once been. This moment of agony, the most terrifying in my life, lasted an unfathomable eternity. And when the ice of these feelings receded, and I felt my wet, flabby body again, I realized that I was still alive. My lips whispered, "I am alive." At that moment, I realized that I could not find the strength to resist the emptiness that filled his gaze, or the meaninglessness of everything around me. But now I clearly understand that it wasn't the captain who was looking at me back then, but rather I was contemplating the abyss of my own inevitable meaninglessness, and the fantasy of the Flying Dutchman was merely my attempt to shift the burden of my overwhelming fear of accidentally discovering myself in the mirror-like reflection of a fleeting wave, lost in the ocean.
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It's best place to have a drink in Milna!
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If you're searching for a place with a relaxed vibe and top-notch cocktails, Caffe Bar Vox is the one. What really stands out is their Bloody Mary—perfectly balanced with just the right amount of spice and fresh ingredients. Without a doubt, it’s the best I’ve ever tried.
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Brilliant cocktails, friendly and professional staff, great music and atmosphere!
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Good place to end the night! Great drinks at a good price 😁 their speakers were not that good, but other than that very good!
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Bra bar om man vill avsluta kvällen med något gott att dricka. Dock lite skräniga högtalare, men annars kanon!
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Coctail bar with a soul and relaxed vibe. Come and enjoy!
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Fregatura, gli ho fatto vedere sul menu quello che volevo, un bicchiere di vino al costo di 2 € e poi me ne ha chiesti 4 mi chiedo cosa ci guadagnano a beccarsi recensioni negative per una stupidaggine, tanto per fregare la gente
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Odličan, super
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