Klatovy, Czech Republic, a quaint Bohemian village, was just what we were looking for after the hustle and bustle of Prague. We found a rare Baroque Pharmacy (with leeches!), ate fried pork neck, saw a weirdly adult looking “baby Jesus” and were introduced to Sgraffiti, an amazing way of decorating buildings… CONTINUE READING >>
Klatovy, Czech Republic, a quaint Bohemian village, was just what we were looking for after the hustle and bustle of Prague. We found a rare Baroque Pharmacy (with leeches!), ate fried pork neck, saw a weirdly adult looking “baby Jesus” and were introduced to Sgraffiti, an amazing way of decorating buildings… CONTINUE READING >>
A big part of Veronica’s desire to see “The Motherland” was to find the origins of her childhood dinners.
Generations of her Bohemian ancestors had passed down dishes and now we could experience the originals, almost all of which include dumplings.
Dumplings are the undisputed heavyweight champions of Czech food and we found them answering the bell on almost every plate. Big city or small town, fancy restaurant or local dive, it made no difference, dumplings were our… CONTINUE READING >>
A big part of Veronica’s desire to see “The Motherland” was to find the origins of her childhood dinners.
Generations of her Bohemian ancestors had passed down dishes and now we could experience the originals, almost all of which include dumplings.
Dumplings are the undisputed heavyweight champions of Czech food and we found them answering the bell on almost every plate. Big city or small town, fancy restaurant or local dive, it made no difference, dumplings were our… CONTINUE READING >>
A fairytale day in Prague – join your GypsyNesters as we visit a castle, wake up in a Fine Communist Hotel, visit a king from a Christmas Carol, ponder the Dark Ages, watch soldiers change their guard and, best of all, never spend a koruna (except on traditional street food and a subway ride). Edibles spinning over an open fire was cooking method of… CONTINUE READING >>
A fairytale day in Prague – join your GypsyNesters as we visit a castle, wake up in a Fine Communist Hotel, visit a king from a Christmas Carol, ponder the Dark Ages, watch soldiers change their guard and, best of all, never spend a koruna (except on traditional street food and a subway ride). Edibles spinning over an open fire was cooking method of… CONTINUE READING >>
Over the first night’s dinner, conversation turned to local food and customs. Gianluca mentioned that horse and donkey were the “national foods” of Sardinia and that people who are not from the island can find them hard to eat. It wasn’t meant as a challenge, but to us, the gauntlet had been dropped. Since David had tried horse on a previous visit to Italy, it was obvious that we must eat the ass.
Sniffing around the next day, we found an intriguing little local haunt called Trattoria da Peppina in a tiny piazza near our hotel. Turns out… CONTINUE READING >>
Over the first night’s dinner, conversation turned to local food and customs. Gianluca mentioned that horse and donkey were the “national foods” of Sardinia and that people who are not from the island can find them hard to eat. It wasn’t meant as a challenge, but to us, the gauntlet had been dropped. Since David had tried horse on a previous visit to Italy, it was obvious that we must eat the ass.
Sniffing around the next day, we found an intriguing little local haunt called Trattoria da Peppina in a tiny piazza near our hotel. Turns out… CONTINUE READING >>
The wildest, weirdest and (sometimes) oddly delicious food we’ve seen so far!
