A part of an ongoing attempt at chronicling, re-assessing and conveying to others this mission in life called art during a profoundly unstable point in which "home" has transitioned into "residency."
Wednesday, January 3, 2001
01/03/2011
One last night to get the taste of grilled meats engrained in my brain. One last night to visit Krčma v šatlavské ulici for a meat fest. It may not have been within our budget but (the prices are definitely reasonable! Don’t get me wrong.) it is our last night. And it definitely didn’t disappoint. This time we kept things reasonable. No giant cheese platter with a loaf of bread that is build for at least four or five, no three glasses of wine. Simply grilled turkey on a skewer with potatoes and veggies. One last in country Budvar Cerney (dark). And thus it ends.
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