I Can't Believe I Ate the Whole Thing

I asked my colleagues where to find the best pljeskavica --the Serbian take on the burger--in Belgrade. You have to go to South Serbia, they said. No good pljeskavica in Belgrade.

Really?

Well, a quick Internet search suggested some possibilities, and I identified one, Mara that is just around the corner from my gym. So after a quick workout last night, I decided to check it out. There was a line of three young man waiting to order, and a couple of others eating at the counter. I ordered jedna, hoping to get the gender right, and the cheerful man behind the counter grabbed a burger off the grill.

When he asked me how I wanted it, I said "svet" meaning with everything. That seemed to include pickles, red pepper, lettuce, yellow cheese and kaymak, the yogurty stuff that people here are crazy about.

It was pretty delicious, although I didn't actually eat the whole thing. I cut it in half, and cut off another small bite after I finished the first half. I put the remainder in the fridge for breakfast today.

Despite the workout, I'm afraid that my plus/minus numbers for yesterday are pretty bad.