In Spain a ‘cantina’ is a bar near the railway station where you can have a quick snack and something to drink, comment on the news and slag off your boss. In Italy a ‘cantina’ is a cold room below ground level where you allow your wine to age, a store cupboard full of jars of pickled gherkins, preserved tomatoes and candied lemon. Here in Belgium the word ‘kantine’ conjures up a picture of a cheerless, canteen-like space with long tables where people eat communally. In Mexico a cantina has an atmosphere all of its own: plastic chairs, colourful walls and faded parasols. It’s where men get drunk, have lively discussions and end up in a fight if necessary.

Laika’s CANTINA is all of those things. A place where different worlds are conjured up, where dream and reality merge and the most fantastic characters appear and disappear. A place where you are sent into raptures by actors and singers. And, last but not least, a place where you are served delicious food and being together is celebrated.