It read steak on the menu and when it arrived, the plate was half-filled with pommes-frites, circled with cut strawberrys and cucumbers, and the "steak" was meat wrapped in dough, stuffed with some sort of sour cheese, and topped with a sour cream-dill sauce.
Another example of I don't know what it really was, but it was, of course, delicious.
There's a French girl in the same hostel who is at work on a Ph.D in the philosophy of Political Science in the Balkans. We've had a couple of lengthy talks about the state of affairs. I'm staying through Sunday here in Podgorica because she's heading down to Lake Skadar (National Park that borders Crna Gora and Albania) and invited me along. "Some things are more fun with two people, no?" she said.
Who am I to argue with a French girl?
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