...and is a good excuse to rest my blisters.
I slept in this morning and read my book. After a while, Frank got bored, so he set off to have some coffee and came back slightly drenched.
Around lunch I decided to brave my blisters and we stopped at the closest restaurant we could find, just around the corner from the apartment. It turned out to be Bosnian!
I had something that looked like kafta, while Frank had a half-and-half dish that was half kafta, half sausage. They both came with this huge piece of fresh bread. I don't know how to describe it. It was half of a round piece of bread. It was over an inch thick and sliced. My kafta was inside it, like a sandwich. It came with onions and butter, too.
Overall, it was delicious! All beef, yummy.
We did a little walking after that, mainly to the bakery down the road. I finally got my Bled Cream Cake! And Frank got some kind of thing with sour cherries in it. OMG! The Bled Cream Cake is amazing! It was so rich, I couldn't eat it all at once. It took several tries.
For supper we walked back downtown, and found a Slovenian restaurant (you know what I mean). I ordered a kind of goulash thing, but they were out. I ended up with a sort of sauerkraut and bean soup with sausage. Frank had sausage with sauerkraut and potatoes.
My sauerkraut was milder than I'm used to and pretty good. Frank's had almost a mushroomy taste to it. And there was some wonderful bread to go along with it.
Afterwards, it was home to rest the tootsies.
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