I must pause to say a brief word about Croatian food. (Yes, I am biting Bob Cohen's style, but hey, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.)
New York native Rick misses one thing above all about America: Pizza. You see, pizza is a mystery to Hungarians. I’ve mentioned that certain locals put mustard and ketchup on pizza. And every week we get advertisements like this in our mailbox:
Mmm, pizza…with corn, broccoli, and PICKLES. Pickles.
Croatia to the rescue! Just across the Adriatic from Italy, Croatia’s coastal towns understand pizza. I was going to take a picture of our first decent pie in months, but I was so excited I forgot. The last slice was devoured seconds after this photograph was taken.
As for me, I’m a Californian. I can live without great pizza. I miss burritos. Sadly, there are no more Mexicans in Croatia than in Hungary. However, Split had some kick-ass sea food. Behold the fish market:
Here’s the dinner we ate a few blocks away.
Once again, the food was so good that I forgot to record it in all its glory. The table was covered in dishes. But I will note that a mulit-course seafood feast and a liter of wine (!!) set us back about US $10 each. Hallelujah.
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