Zeppelin Cafe, Phnom Penh, Cambodia

I, Melachi ibn Amillar, being of unsound mind and body, did visit the Zeppelin Cafe, Phnom Penh, on Street 51 by the Walkabout Hotel, Cambodia, in November 2012. It is small and narrow; there were about a  dozen patrons on a weekday night. I sat at the bar and spent the evening opposite a picture of a moody Ozzy, listening to deep cuts from 70s hard rock, many of which I had not previously heard. I drank beer and spirits alternately, in keeping with the vaguely American ambience, managing with some effort to ring up a total bar tab of ten dollars. There were two waitresses, looking about fourteen, though they may have been older; joined at 11pm by a young man looking about ten, though may have been younger. They were efficient but not terribly communicative. Despite the wall of vinyl, the proprietor played entirely from his computer; on enquiry he said that he had copied some of the vinyl to digital, though other tracks played from an original digital source. Well, what can I say? Clearly one of the truest and best bars in the world.