Food of ubiquitous acclaim

I do have to take a moment here and acknowledge the food.  Not only is the average above average, but a couple of recent meals in particular should be cited as spectacular cuisine.

Last night I had a dish at To Be Or Not To Be (sic) that read ''Beefsteak in Choco-Chili Sauce.''  It began with a mixed salad (customarily eaten with dinner and not before) of white cabbage, white peppers, cucumbers, and tomatoes.  The side dish of the entrée was grilled sliced potatoes, sliced vegetable resembling a cross between an eggplant and a zucchini, and more sliced white peppers, sprinkled with chili powder and paprika.  The main dish was indeed a supremely tender steak doused in choco-chili sauce that, in lavishly praising the previous dishes, I ran out of English and French superlatives to say anything further than yum-yum.

Tonight's visit to the Pivnica and its chicken breast in green curry sauce was positively anti-climatic in comparison of its delicious-ness.

The flaws in each, respectively: bland, unspectacular bread, overly-salted rice.

Kind of like my adverbs in this entry.

The ćevapi is of course, the best.  And the pekara (bakeries) are achingly tasty.  I haven't tried the local ice cream, which is said to rival the rest of the cuisine in town, and it should be noted that although there may be a McDonalds or BK somewhere in the country, I have seen no evidence of such as yet.  The same cannot be said of the infamous Coca-Cola label...



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