I see London, I see noms! Part 1

Happy New Year Everyone!

Clearly it has taken me a while for this delicious update but I know we can all relate to the madness that is the holiday season: Christmas, Hanukkah, Slava, New Years and all the other lovely celebrations in between.

Before we celebrate the New Year and delve into my nomderings I want to look back at just a few of 2016’s noms:

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Here’s to hopefully nomming all of this and more in 2017!



All holiday craziness aside, the event I had been most anxiously awaiting for this past year was the first week of December when I had plans to meet up with my mom in London, England.

We had chosen London because of it’s technical half way point between Serbia and the U.S. and also because my aunt (my mother’s sister) and her husband were also going to  be visiting and conducting business during  that same time. And so mid summer I booked my ticket with Air Serbia and the next thing I knew Thanksgiving had passed and I was stepping on the plane fully ready for bannoffee, meat pies and of course the company of my favorite lady in the world: my mom!


Air Serbia Economy meal: Chicken, spinach and rice

Because my mom and aunt were flying into Heathrow together from New Jersey a few hours before my planned arrival, they shot over to our accommodations at The Sloane Club where we would be staying for the first two nights of our trip. Thus left me to my own devices, something I was more than prepared to handle once looking at a transport map and taking some advice from my experienced auntie.

Upon my arrival at customs the passport officer asked if my reason for staying was to do ‘touristy things’ and I nodded but added “I just want to eat…everything” to which he laughed and suggested a place in the Chelsea area with American sized portions. This was a great sigh of relief, I was warming up to the Brits already!

From Heathrow I took the Heathrow Express to Paddington Station and then grabbed a black cab from there to the club. Things in London are extremely well marked, trains seem to run on schedule and my cabbie gave me front door service. I wasn’t sure what to expect at  the members-only Sloane Club but so far so good.


When I walked through the doors of The Sloane Club, I have to admit that I felt a bit out of my league. Being a twenty-something year old with little cash value and the tendency to slum it, this place was seriously posh. Walking through the hallways I wasn’t sure if I was going to blend in but all those worries faded away when I knocked on my hotel room door and opened it to see my mom, arms wide open. Eight months is a long time people!

After our reunion, my aunt came down and we decided to savor the sunlight (sunlight in London….what??) and walk around Sloane Square and King’s Road. Christmas was in full swing in London. Lights, decorations, store front windows and pop up street markets that could put even the Grinch in the holiday spirit. We walked through the stalls of food stuffs and I legitimately could have nommed every single thing but above all the enticing aromas the sweet cinnamon smell of mulled wine drew me in like a moth to a flame.


Having lived in Germany during the holidays, the idea of ‘Glühwein’ has always made me weak at the knees. This adult beverage will thaw your bones in the chill of the season and you’ll probably be lining up for a second cup as soon as your done with the first. Also, there is nothing better than day drinking, and there is nothing better than appropriate day drinking in public. Holiday spirit? Yes please!


We moved down King’s road, window shopping and peeking in at places to have a sit down bite to eat. Of course being the Americans we are, we ended up at Brgr Co. Their no fuss menu after a day of traveling was all the comfort we needed. Nestled in the corner we caught up over beers and cider. If you know me at all through these blog posts I never go for the most popular thing on a menu. Who in their right mind would go for a vegetarian option on a meat filled menu? This lady! So naturally the Falafel burger with sweet potato fries spoke my language. Both my aunt and mom chose classic burgers and shared a basket of thin cut chips.


Brgr Co.’s green pesto like tahini sauce caught me off guard but in the best way because it went oh so very well with the crispy fava bean patty, red tomatoes and buttery toasted bun. I could have drank the sauce alone it was that tasty. I was also in sweet potato fry heaven since you don’t find them on many menus in Serbia. The relaxed atmosphere is perfect for a catch-up and I could imagine meeting friends here for a burger and beer after work. Brgr Co. you have the Nomandnommer seal of approval.

Upon returning to the club that evening, my mother immediately fell asleep after a long journey while me on the other hand with only an hour time difference stayed up and enjoyed the Christmasy commercials on television and researched noms in the area. Best  to be proactive even when you’re on holiday.


The next morning we woke up feeling refreshed (myself having roused at 6) and looking forward to our Sloane Club breakfast. We met my aunt in the stairwell and made our way down to the dining room. Now I’m keen to say I was most likely the youngest person there by 30+ years or so but that somehow made me feel special, like a white unicorn.

The Sloane Club has a lush yet modest sized breakfast spread from sweet pastries, yogurt and fruit spread, fresh apples and bananas to toast with all the jam and honey one could dream of. They also have a breakfast menu a la cart which was beckoning me with the promise of Belgian waffles and maple syrup, yet another thing virtually never seen in Serbia. My aunt went with the holiday special, gingerbread pudding and a side of thick cut bacon, while my mom headed for a light breakfast at the brunching table.


As we waited for our plates, my aunt insisted we start off with french pressed coffee which she meticulously allowed to simmer on the table for a few minutes (silently driving me mad since I had been awake for so long without any source of caffeine) but the wait was worthwhile when we finally sipped the fine brewed liquid goodness. After drinking endless cups of Nes instant coffee for the past year, I was properly electrified.


Ahh, my small yet perfectly crispy on the outside – soft on the inside twin Belgian waffles finally arrived, dusted with powdered sugar and paired with forest fruit and a saucer of decadent maple syrup to which I used every last drop of. With three cups of coffee in my belly and these golden delights, I was good to go for my first walk about the city and yet another miraculously sunny day in London.

The Sloane Club which is appropriately located near the Sloane Square tube station was just as I imagined the underground subway system to operate, similar to other cities including Boston but much more organized and the card payment being relatively easy to figure out.


You can purchase an ‘Oyster Card’ at the kiosk of the station and top it up with credit at automated machines with either cash or card. The one thing I disliked immensely about the London underground however were the virtually 180 degree vertical escalators. Up or down I felt like an accident waiting to happen.

Once safely above ground the first thing I saw was the epitome of English poster landmarks: Big Ben. Shining majestically in the skyline beside the River Thames, this old world clock tower really made the reality of being in London set in. The Westminster Palace building is a bit less sparkly than in the pictures but beautifully structured none the less. On the other side of the water the London Eye is hard to miss, rotating at a snails pace in the the midst of the bustling city.


We made our way over the bridge to stroll along the opposite side where Christmas market like stalls sprawled the length of the Thames. I was in my element yet again and already had my mind (or my stomach) set on a tasty treat despite still being full from breakfast. I picked up some cookies from the *Galeta stand, just in case I got hungry any where in between. I kept reminding myself and my mother: If not now, then when??


I know what you’re thinking: now! Red Velvet and White Chocolate and Cranberry were my cookies of choice and upon consuming them later on in our hotel room proved to be the most delicious decision.

There was another properly established market in front of the Tate Museum of Contemporary Art which luckily enough was our intended destination. After a walk through the Tate the heavenly aroma of grilling sausages summoned my stomach to partake in another one of my favorite German past times. My aunt was kind enough to split the giant wurst with me and the gentleman at the stand was kind enough to agree and give us both brotchen (little rolls). I smothered mine if curry ketchup, a condiment I had been apart from for far too long. To wash down the ‘dog’ we decided to warm up with Cadbury hot chocolates, complete with a Cadbury ‘flake’.

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Absolute nomness.

After my “snack” we continued over Millennium Bridge to sight-see the area around St. Paul’s and the Museum of London. We had decided to pick up a London Pass (which is incredible and advised for anyone visiting the city for a day or two because the amount of money you save is superb), this pass allows you to get into all museums with a fee for half the rate and at a ‘fast track’ speed. It definitely came in handy.

And you will see exactly why in the continuation of this nomventure next time!


Oh! I almost forgot, December was also special because it includes my day of birth! It’s hard to believe I am twenty-five years old now…nevermind let’s not  remind me! Quarter life crisis here I come…

I did however celebrate willingly with a birthday cake which I had dropped more than just hints about to Milan for months. A fabulous restaurant and cake extraordinaires by the name of Poco Loco in Pančevo made my dreams come true with a out of this world Snickers Cake. An insanely rich thinly layered cake with peanuts and ninety percent chocolate. We ate it for a whole week. One of my now top ten cakes of all time period! Thank you Poco Loco! (and Milan too of course!)


Stay tuned for the next part of my trip to Nomdon!

Cheery Nom!

Restaurant Information:

Address: Lower Sloane Street, Chelsea London, England
Phone:+44 20 7730 9131
Address: 127 King’s Road Chelsea SW3 4WP London, England
Phone:+44 02 07920 6480
Address: see website link for market dates around London
Phone:+44 0208 1230 894
Address: Braće Jovanovića 15, Pančevo Serbia
Phone:064 874 0301

Nomming across the boarder to Timișoara, Romania!

Happy Thanksgiving (or belated?) everyone! Last year around this time I was in Abu Dhabi and went full out for a Thanksgiving dinner, complete with stuffing, mashed potatoes, butternut squash and dessert (or course). Unfortunately this year I had no time but I was lucky enough to have dropped some t-day knowledge on my students where they shared what they were thankful for and we looked (not nommed) on typical holiday eats. So for that I am thankful!



For this week’s post buckle your seat belts because we are crossing the boarder to Romania for a weekend nom trip to the stunning city of Timișoara.



Just two hours from Belgrade, Timișoara is a great place to escape to if you’re looking for good shopping and some truly great food. Before I went I scoured the internet and Instagram for ideal places to see, drink and nom and the results were mind boggling, I had a list of 20 or so places I wanted to visit in a mere two days. Could it be done? My stomach certainly thought so!

We left on a Friday, a Serbian national holiday so the roads were actually quite sparse and as we made our way through Vršac the roads were clear and we were making good time all up until we reached the boarder. It took us roughly around 40 minutes between Serbia and Romania, to pay a tax and get our passes checked by both country officials, so by the time we actually got into the city the sun was setting and the 5 o’clock working day traffic in Timișoara was in full swing. The craziest part was that we had actually trekked into the future because Romania continues on Eastern Standard time while Serbia had changed the clocks back one hour a week or so before. So we were all sorts of confused and in desperate need of a beer and sustenance.

*For the remainder of this post I will blame the turn of events on the fact that we traveled into the future*


After we checked into our hotel (Hotel Check Inn on the other side of the river outside of the city center) we drove and parked in the thick of it and went straight away to a large ale house appropriately named Bier Haus because we knew they would have our favorite beers on tap. Oddly enough the entire place was reserved and it was only around seven at night but still we managed to find a table and enjoy an refreshingly cold and much needed drink. *side note they didn’t have the beer we were looking for but we enjoyed it regardless.*

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Our next plan of action was to return to the hotel, change and then find a delicious looking pizza joint that I had discovered on the gram that wasn’t far off from out hotel. (Milan and I always have pizza the first night we go anywhere) However, when we typed it into the GPS it brought us to a residential street and a cafe of another name. At this point we were frustrated and hungry and decided yet again to cross the bridge, park in the same parking lot we had just left and enter the first place we saw.

And oh how the gods of nom are forever watching over me.


Milan spotted a restaurant with a large outdoor terrace and at first I’ll admit I was skeptical but upon entering the building, I felt like I was back home in Boston in the many beautiful brick walled restaurants I would frequent with my parents. I was impressed and relieved when I sat down at Beraria 700.

The menu was full of Romanian specialties which I was thrilled about (at that point if anyone uttered pizza I would have blown a fuse…). We continued with a few more beers and went straight to the main courses. Milan was feeling fancy and ordered the duck while me on the other hand, immensely in need of some comfort chose a warm strew with polenta and mixed meat.


Milan’s succulent duck was served on a bed of picked red cabbage surrounded by a moat of richly tangy orange sauce with whole slices of orange. The combination of tender meat and citrus was outrageously delicious. It’s not often that we treat ourselves to such a fine dish and the price in euros was ideal when compared to an upscale restaurant in Boston for example.


As for mine….oh my nomness it was off the charts delicious and the epitome of comfort food. I’m a huge fan of polenta as I mentioned in my post about Saran in Zemun. It’s not typically seen as a major side dish to meals in the states but it’s dense almost creamy texture speaks to my stomach. With a mix of tender chicken and pork pieces, my “stew” (or deconstructed stew) was joined by stewed peppers and onions in a gravy like sauce that warms you from head to toe. Add a mountain of freshly grated cheese and I was in complete and utter bliss.

If all of that wasn’t enough, we decided to cleanse out pallets with something sweet. Bararia had some more or less typical choices of pies and cakes but when I came across something called ‘bird’s milk’ I was automatically intrigued. When we asked our waitress what it consisted of she couldn’t properly explain it in English but ensured us it was a good choice, so of course we blindly agreed.


When our bird’s milk arrived at the table I was overcome with nostalgia of the first time I had had this dessert in Serbia made by Milan’s’ Baba. In Serbia it is called Šnenoklea popular sweet made in Germany, Hungary and France and had somehow made its way to the Balkans. It’s composed of cloudy like meringue floating in a sweet milky vanilla custard. The variations differ and at Bararia they drizzle their bird’s milk with chocolate sauce. If you’ve never had this exquisite dessert before, it’s almost like eating a melting ice cream with giant marshmallows, it’s to die for. It’s light and satisfying which was ideal for the amount of food we had already eaten.

At the end of our meal I was extremely happy we had stumbled upon Bararia 700 and would definitely return there with friends or family the next time we visit Timișoara because the atmosphere is upscale comfort, perfect for business dinners, dates, or hanging out with a large group. As I mentioned before the price is very reasonable for the amount of fabulous food you get!


The next morning we woke up feeling refreshed despite the overcast weather outside our window. I had specifically booked at Hotel Check Inn because breakfast was included…and who doesn’t love breakfast?? We feasted on eggs, toasts, meats, veggies, pastries and coffee then went on our way into the city in hopes to see somethings in the day time. Even though it was raining the city center of Timișoara is incredibly beautiful with a Western European charm complete with large public squares lined with old cobblestone and hidden side streets


Our original plan was to visit the Banat Museum which showcases Romanian culture and archaeological finds among other things, however upon arrival we discovered was closed for renovations (again blaming this on time travel). Thus we poked around in a few shops, buying a couple souvenirs then made our way back towards a cafe I had bookmarked for something to thaw us from the cold outside.


We managed to find the unmarked Garage Cafe near Union Square somehow by trial and error and found a cozy spot to sit in the corner. Don’t let the name fool you, Garage Cafe is far from a dusty garage (named because of it’s proximity to a parking garage) with a very modern interior and a display case of home made pastries that were called to your stomach. I took my usual cappuccino (even though they had an enticing list of flavored lattes including pumpkin!) and Milan decided on tea and a chocolate brownie.


Ugh Garage’s brownie are incredible. The right amount of chewy chocolate and a surprisingly ingenious addition of dried figs, something I added to my list of sweets to replicate at home. We had already planned to stay for lunch but there was no telling where this time warp would take us so why not have dessert first, right?

After regaining our proper body temperatures we looked over the menu again and I have to say I was stuck between, well everything. Garage’s list of sandwiches was everything you could ask for on all levels and ingredient combinations. The last sandwich on the list was a peanut butter and bacon sandwich….I repeat a peanut butter and bacon sandwich. I was almost pulling my hair out when we were asked for our order because I felt that if I didn’t choose that specific sandwich that I would be going against everything I believed in. However I went with the Croque Madam because I had been sweetly satiated by the brownie and was craving something all around savory.


 As you can see above, my croque madam was stacked beautifully on top of itself, oozing with cheese and savory slices of ham stuck between toasted bread and made complete with the signature fried egg. Cold weather and rain meet your cure. Each bite made me wish I was wrapped up in a blanket and sitting in front of a fire. Oh so toasty and delicious.

Milan’s healthier looking salmon sandwich was open faced with mixed greens and rukola, avocado slices, pomegranate seeds and a gooey poached egg smack dab in the middle. The balsamic glaze around the crispy bread only enhanced each individual flavor and was mindblowingly nom. Milan’s choice may have beat out my croque madam by ways of look but they were both equally enjoyable and I would happily return to Garage for brownies, cakes, pies and sandwiches…just as long as we eat our sweets first!


Before leaving the city center for Iulius Mall to do a bit of shopping at one of the largest malls this side of the Balkans, we couldn’t resist the aromatic smells wafting from a grab and go bakery and if you know Milan and I at all we love pretzels so we had to buy a few as a snack for later and for 1 Romanian lei (0.26 USD) how could we resist?

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The pretzels were incredibly tasty by the way, we should have bought 80 of them….Don’t get my wrong I love bakeries in Serbia (at least compared to the fast food excuse for bakeries in the states) but I will always have a special place in my heart for German inspired baked goods such as pretzels and laugenbrötchen


We enjoyed our hotel breakfast the following morning and discussed the events of the night before when we had attempted to go out but yet again our plans were foiled because of the damn time change. I had hoped to go to a bar on our hotel’s side of the city called The 80’s Pub for a drink or two and enjoy some throwback tunes…but once again just like Bier Haus the entire place was reserved (in advance because the place was only 1/4 full at the time) and there was no actual bar so standing room was not an option. It was only 9 so Milan and I were confused but decided to sneak in a drink anyways.


My beer of choice for that weekend was Edelweiss because it was on tap, but Milan was interested in a ginger beer by the name of ‘Ginger Beard’. However upon taking the first sip he realized that it wasn’t his cup of tea and offered to trade for mine. I happily agreed because I thought the ginger beard was delightful and enjoyed it until our table was commandeered. Would I order ginger beard again? Yes. Would I make reservations for 80’s Pub next time. Yes. We ended up going back to the hotel at half past ten and decided it wasn’t worth trying to go out again seeing as reservations appeared to be a theme in Timișoara.

After a filling breakfast, we checked out and were ready to start our journey back to Belgrade but first we would stop once again at Iulius to buy a few scrumptious treats at a place I had seen the following day.


The food court of this Abu Dhabi sized shopping mall offers a million and one options of food stuffs, from Italian to Japanese, German to Mexican, you will certainly find something to fill your belly with at this mall. We however were only interested in Crazy Donut which  had caught my eye with their colorful and delectable looking tire shaped treats.



With donuts by the name of Bloody Mary, Kinky Stuff, The Beast, Black Widow and Snow White (just to name a few) it was hard to choose just one…so we got four!

It was a true Homer Simpson moment….

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In the end I chose two: White Chick (plain dough with three toppings, Oreo dusting, peanuts and sparkling pink sprinkles) and No Racism (also a plain donut half coated in milk, half coated in white chocolate with white chocolate shavings and M&Ms). Milan decided upon the other two: Mr. O (plain donut, melted milk chocolate and whole chunks of Oreo) and Chocolate Chocolate (which we found out in the car ride had a surprise chocolate filling underneath it’s milk chocolate coating sprinkled with peanuts).

Crazy Donut’s tied the bow on our speedy yet lovely time spent in the futuristic Timișoara. If you go to Iulius Mall, these donuts should go hand in hand. The best part was walking through the maze of the mall after paying for the donuts and seeing the longing stares at the large donut box in my hands. I felt like a proud parent with my donut babies.



And so we returned to the past with a pocketful of Romanian lei coins, a backseat full of goodies and quite a few lessons learned:

  1. Avoid 5 o’clock traffic at all costs 
  2. Don’t trust your GPS, sometimes it’s best to go with your gut 
  3. It might be more convenient to book a hotel in the center (Hotel CheckInn was nice but the closer to the center the more ideal)
  4. Make reservations for bars in advance even if you’re only two people
  5. Eat everything! (more of a life lesson)

Because of the close proximity of Belgrade and Timișoara I would highly recommend visiting this quaint charming city for a day or weekend trip. There is so much to see throughout Europe by why not look for something in your own backyard?

Returning back to the topic of Thanksgiving and holidays in November, this past week was also a saint day of a family member and just like last year we attended a five hour long feast with Serbian specialties you dream about all year…


Mezza complete with savory rolled cake and proja, stuffed cabbage rolls (sarma) and pecenje with kupus salata and of course the star of Slava: 20 different kinds of bite size cakes and cookies. The ones pictured above were just the tip of the iceberg. My favorites include Russian caps (the coconut dusted chocolate bull’s eye ones on the left), the cream filled Bee Hives (center right above pink wafers) and the Step Mothers Eye, a walnut tucked inside of a dried fig coated in a soft nutty casing. There is truly nothing like home made sweets during Slava. I told Milan that because this Slava falls very close to Thanksgiving that it is sort of my American holiday away from home. Both centered around food, family and friends.

Coming up in the future…I have been comprising a guide to all things falafel in and around Belgrade but have one more place on my list so it will happen when it happens but stay tuned. This upcoming weekend, I’ll be leaving Serbia once again to meet my mother and aunt in London  for the week so it is safe to assume that I will be emotionally stuffing myself, thus expect a big return post!

Rămas nom!

Restaurant Information:

Address: Strada Emanoil Ungureanu 15, Timișoara, Romania
Address: Strada Coriolan Brediceanu 6, Timișoara, Romania
Address: Strada Palanca 2, Timișoara, Romania
Address: Strada Arieș 19, Timișoara 300736, Romania
Address: Iulius Mall – Str. Demetriade 1, Timișoara 300088, Romania
Phone:+40 742 302 431

Pumpkin Pita and the battle of the barbecues at Duke of Duduk!

Its been a little over a month since my last post which is slightly embarrassing but lucky for you I have been nomming it up while being extremely overwhelmed with work and home. It could be that I’m nomming more than usual to quell all the stress…I keep telling myself that I’m a bear and the moment I started seeing people wearing winter hats and gloves outsides to let the hibernation begin. Perhaps it’s because I’m from Boston and have experienced my fair share of snowed in winters that it’s something in my DNA to fatten up for the long haul…what do you think?


See, I told you I was part bear….


First things first I wanted to share another great recipe for something you see quite often both state side and over here in Serbia: Pumpkin pie! In this recipe however, I follow the traditional Serbian style by using flaky sheets of phyllo dough and freshly carved pumpkin.

Pumpkin Pie (Pita od Bundeve)


  • a quarter of a large pumpkin (roughly 4 cups grated)
  • phyllo dough (I used whole wheat bio)
  • 4 tablespoons of brown sugar (or white)
  • 3 teaspoons of vanilla extract (aroma)
  • 2 teaspoons (or more) cinnamon
  • oil of choice and water
  • 1 cup of chopped walnuts (optional)
  • powered sugar (also optional)

Start by grating your raw pumpkin into a bowl. Mix in brown sugar, vanilla extract,  and cinnamon and set aside to marinate.

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Next chop up your walnuts. (Yes, I used shelled walnuts from when we went to the village but you can cut corners and buy them unshelled!) alternatively you could use a food processor but make sure not to chop too fine. Toss the walnuts into the pumpkin mixture.

Take your phyllo dough out of the package. You should keep it moist so that it is easier to work with by using a damp towel or kitchen paper. For each pita you will need three sheets of phyllo.


On a clean counter top, place one sheet of phyllo dough and brush liberally with oil. Whole wheat phyllo is particularly stiff so I made sure it was completely covered including the edges. Place the second sheet on the first, however with this one sprinkle then brush with water only. Lay the third sheet over the others and brush with a combo of oil and water. You can lighten up with the liquid on this layer because the pumpkin juices tend to do the work for you.

Spread a decent amount of the pumpkin mixture in the middle of the sheets. Fold according to the photos below : right and left edges fold inwards first, then bottom edge up and continue to fold away from yourself. *I brush a bit of oil and water each time I fold but again, whole wheat phyllo is a bit different*

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Depending on your baking pan (preferably rectangular) place two or three pita rolls into the greased pan and brush additional oil on top.


Stick in the oven at 180 Celsius for around 40 minutes or until the crust has turned golden brown. You can add a mix of oil and water half way through baking if you notice it getting too crispy earlier on.


Let the pitas cool in the pan or if you’re impatient like me then pull them out and place them on a cooling rack. Cut width wise into decent sized pieces and sprinkle with powdered sugar. Have a piece or two (or three) with apple cinnamon tea and relish in the cozy flavors of fall!



Do you remember doing the Kakalamba before summer started? Of course you do, how could you forget the quirky interior, apples under the table and phenomenal meat platter…well Lorenzo and Kakalamba has done it again by opening a new restaurant, this time however an animal of a completely different and delicious form: Duke of Duduk.


I had been begging Milan to go to Duke of Duduk since I found out they had opened a couple months back for the main reason that I love…no I’m IN love with anything American barbecue. Back in Boston it was almost a monthly thing, either ordered from Blue Ribbon or mading it fresh from the crock pot. Pulled pork, ribs, brisket, you name it. Slather it in barbecue sauce and I am in nom heaven.


Duke of Duduk has a bit of a competition going on (with themselves) between Serbian style barbecue (cevapi, pljeskavica, butkica etc.) and the American style classics I mentioned above. It’s no wonder why they are at constant odds because I’m unsure myself as to who eats more meat, Americans or Serbs. Despite Serbia being the size of New England, their barbecue packs a punch but in this case I was eager to see if my home land’s specialties could be pulled off far, far away from home.

Toto, we’re not in Belgrade anymore. Welcome to the south-west of nom!

Just as we had began our journey at Lorenzo’s, we start off with a tasty bread basket and spicy feta spread which we happily ate due to our beer buzz from the pub we stopped at before Duduk.

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Did I mention I chopped off all of my hair and am a brunette again? Hallelujah!

The meat of the menu is separated between ‘Balkan Rhapsody’ and ‘America : The far away country.’ It took Milan a while to decide what he was going to have (surprise, surprise) and of course for me no time at all as I already had my heart set on pulled pork. People I could eat this stuff for breakfast, that’s how much I love it. I even considered going to college in Atlanta just so I could be close to 24/7 pulled pork joints.

Once Milan had landed on a juicy burger he saw wafting past us to the next table, we placed our orders and I waited (impatiently) for what I was hoping would cure my seasonal home-sick blues. Lucky for me we didn’t wait long at all to be transported to America minus the jet lag…

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To start off, I loved the presentation. For something as simple and messy as a pulled pork sandwich, Duduk really took it up a notch by placing it on a wooden cutting board, serving up their french fries in a little tin, flowering the pickle (mmm pickles), perfectly coated coleslaw and  barbeque sauce on the side to add how ever little or lot you like.

The toasty buttery sesame bun wasn’t weighed down by the amount of deliciously shredded pork nestled inside, and with the trimmings of lettuce, and tomatoes I loved the additional crunch! Their sauce is very mild and I ended up using Milan’s since he is not a fan (he’s clearly Serbian) and I would imagine that if you wanted even more they would happily oblige.

It was utterly nom, om nom nom nom!

The bill was toned way down in comparison to Lorenzo’s which complimented their home style cooking environment. I would certainly recommend Duke of Duduk to any American expats or otherwise lovers of all things barbecue and to choose your side wisely if you do end up in a shoot out between east and west.


Sorry Serbia but America won this battle for me. Though perhaps you haven’t lost the war yet…after all Slava is approaching


Woo-wee I could have another pulled pork sandwich right now! I knew I should have bought that crock pot when I had the chance…the only thing I would need to do then is to make my own barbecue sauce…or have it sent over. Sigh, I’ll have to settle for Serbia for now.


Anywho, Fall is in full swing and clearly I am taking advantage of all of the warm cozy comfort it offers. Red Bread, Sunset Cafe, and Krajl are a few of my favorites (as you already know) but they are  guaranteed to beat the sun setting at 4 in the afternoon.

Join me next time as we cross the boarder to Timișoara, Romania! Don’t forget your passport to nom because it’s all about the eats in this upcoming trip!


Restaurant Information:

Address:Igmanska 5  11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:011 241 1507



Tegla’s and a Traditional Serbian Cooking Experience!

An incredible amount of things have been going on over the span of a single month (and a half)! Applying for a new visa, cooking, classes, road trips, fall cleaning and nomming (when there is time!) Here are just a few of the delicious things I have either had the pleasure of making or feasting on over the course of September and into October.


We also had a new addition to the Nomandnommer family and her name is Mooshoo (or Mooshina after we discovered he was actually a she…). While she may look tame and adorable she has a crazy side and is borderline food obsessed, particularly for carbs (go figure) and meat of course. You give them one taste of roasted chicken scraps and they’re hooked. We’ve started to use an old toilet paper roll as a food dispenser so that she doesn’t Hulk it out when she’s finished….so far it seems to be working.


Mooshoo definitely wandered into the right house because she loves to nom on everything….but can you blame her?

Anywho this week I wanted to share with you a shop in Belgrade that doesn’t just think out of the box but actually out of the jar, as well as a cooking course extravaganza that I nommed my way through first hand this past Saturday. Wash your hands and put on your aprons because we’re going to get our hands deliciously dirty for this post!


Before we begin I want to tell you a short story of a recent event that transpired in connection to my never ending visa woes (don’t worry it has a happy ending)!

If you don’t like stories of faith in humanity being restored please feel free to skip over this. Enjoy these photos of adorable animals nomming in the mean time. 


As you might know the time when I have to apply for my temporary residence visa is always hectic as there seems to be an endless amount of paperwork involved as well as a decent chunk of change and time spent getting it all together. For this visa specifically I had to make an appointment-only visit to my embassy in Dedinje and obtain a notarized document for the hefty sum of 50 USD. This not being my first time at the rodeo, I was prepared to pay the fee but had planned on taking advantage of their ability to accept all major credit cards to save myself a trip to the menjacnica (exchange office) this time around.


Upon my arrival at the embassy I felt positive and was hoping to get in and out of there and on to the Department of Foreign Affairs to get said document stamped. Mind you the interview for my visa was that Wednesday (it was Monday morning) at which all of my documents had to be submitted. Well as luck would have it, my BOA card has a chip, a chip which they were unable to read. My Banca Intesa card is debit and not credit. I had a total of 3,000 Serbian dinars in my wallet (around 30 USD)….not enough to cover the fee. The man at the counter explained to me that I would have to make another appointment, which I knew was impossible between then and my interview. You can imagine my dismay as a I turned around defeated, bitter and annoyed that all the time, money and effort would go down the drain.


This is when my faith in humanity was restored: 

Milos (a guy around my age) had been waiting to be summoned for his visa interview state-side to be with his fiancé. Milos had overheard the conversation between the embassy worker and myself and didn’t hesitate to ask if I needed the money to cover the cost of the document. My heart literally rejoiced. Was this guy for real?! There was one more snafu however when we realized he didn’t have enough dollars or dinars to cover both his fees and mine. Back to square one, damn my luck! But then I realized that we could combine our dinars to the total sum necessary to pay. Of course Milos agreed and with heavy sighs from the people behind the counter, I was awarded my notarized document (with mistakes mind you) and due to time constraints I promised to rendezvous with Milos at Delta City in New Belgrade later on to pay him back.


Long story short, I paid Milos back the money I owed and he informed me that his visa had been approved. Good karma all around. Needless to say I was on cloud nine the rest of the day.

…And so this is where this story ties in with the nom we are about to discover. The first time we visited the complex around Delta City known as ‘Bellville’ was in ‘Weekend bites in BG‘ when we got fabulously fresh squeezed juice at Picolo. This complex is full of other little gems on the floor level of the multiple apartment buildings, one of which had always caught my eye because the concept was something I had seen in the states a few times before.


Tegla’s Salad in a Jar is one of the handful of places in and around Belgrade that serves up deliciousness a la jar. Energizing breakfast jars, luciously layered salads with fresh ingredients, and decadent desserts by Homemade Company are some of the things you’ll find on the menu at Tegla’s. They deliver to venues around the city and are thus more of a healthy grab and go option during a hectic work week.

The day of the embassy fiasco, I had skipped breakfast and was looking for a replacement to my morning over-night oat routine. I knew Tegla’s would fit the bill. Their oatfilled jars are jam packed with familiar flavors like Carrot Crunch, Pina Colada, and Blueberry Crisp. If I had it my way, I would have had one of each but the Banana Bomb whispered the sweet word of my well known kryptonite: peanut butter.


Tegla’s Banana Bomb really is the bomb. Complete with oats, greek yogurt, soy milk, bananas, walnuts, honey, crunchy muesli and of course peanut butter…this jar was everything I needed after an emotional morning and without the guilt!

The best part about Tegla’s is that you can keep the jar and use it for something else or I have heard  that if you are a frequent customer and return ten jars that Tegla’s will hook you up with something on their menu gratis! My plans for returning to try the rest of their products just skyrocketed. I can’t keep the lid on about these phenomenal jars, so get out there and try it for yourself…you’ll never want to eat from a bowl again!



This past Saturday, Milan and I began our endeavor to learn more about the art of preparing and cooking traditional Serbian dishes, most of which we were already familiar with (by ways of nomming) and were determined to find out how to make in the comfort of our own home. We know just how much heart and soul goes into Serbian food and I have dabbled a bit here and there by creating my own interpretations of Serbian classics simply by watching the domacis around me (remember proja and stuffed peppers?).

I discovered ‘Foodart’ or ‘Serbian Traditional Cooking Experience‘ by none other than the wonders of Instagram via a guy I follow who had posted a prep photo and thus I obviously became interested in taking the course myself. After checking out their website, I signed Milan and I up for a course the following Saturday, only semi knowing what we were getting ourselves into…but that’s half the fun.


photo taken from Serbian Tradtional Cooking Experience Facebook

Here was the menu for that day’s course: 

  • Šopska salata (Cucumber, Tomatoe, Onion, Cheese Salad)
  • Burek sa meson i Burek sa sirom / spinacom (Burek with meat and Burek with cheese/spinach)
  • Ćevapi (minced meat rolls)
  • Knedle sa sljivama (potato dumplings with plum)

Although it might seem minimal this is because many other traditional Serbian dishes take longer than four hours to make, more than the amount of time planned for the course. These items however take skill on their own but with a bit less waiting time (and more nomming time!)


When Saturday rolled around we met our foodie guru Vlad Gurbaj, a professor, musician, world traveler and lover of all things food in the heart of Zemun. He took us around the huge Pijac (open air market) in Zemun’s center, something I had walked past but never really wandered throughout. As we ventured through the endless aisles, Vlad filled us in on how he came to create the course. My Serbian practice was on its A game. We were also hunting for pecans which we came out empty handed because neither of us has ever seen one in Serbia. (Anyone know otherwise?).


Zemun Pijac (some guy who isn’t Vlad)

After strolling around the older streets near the quay, we headed to Vlad’s house not far from the center. Typically during the summer he holds the courses for the most part outdoors in the lush garden in the backyard. However because of the cold weather he recently transformed the garage into a foodie haven. The cozy kitchen prep space is made whole by the large wooden tabletop, colorful lighting and scratch maps of all the places Vlad’s been lucky enough to visit.

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We were joined by Vlad’s sister Marija (Maria) who was home for a short while from Singapore. Upon our arrival she was prepping the dough that would soon be stretched into Burek. Being the gracious Serbian host Vlad was, we were given coffee, tea and of course Domaća rakija (brandy). After toasting, Vlad brought out a platter of savory mezza to munch on while we chatted about our lives.


Soft bread and lepinja with Serbian favorites, ajvar (red pepper relish) and kajmak (clotted cream) with sliced meats, boiled eggs and something that always reminds me of Serbia in a nutshell, Čvarci (a variant of pork rinds).

Marija popped in to show us the process of making the dough for the Burek, even though we wouldn’t be using it because it needed resting time, it was still fun to feel how the dough should feel when kneading it.

Next we learned how to form the Ćevapi , something I was always curious about because of the perfect size of these succulent meat rolls in all the good restaurants. The meat was prepped (I won’t tell how because you’ll have to take the course to find out!) so Milan being the man he is proceeded to use a tin cylinder to form rows of minced meat. Vlad and I worked on cutting them to size and rolling them in a bit of oil.

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In the meantime, Vlad had already prepped the potatoes for the dumplings and proceeded to mash them into the dough, all  the while explaining ingredients and telling stories. The dough is primarily composed of potato and flour, very basic things almost everyone has in their house.

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The dough is then rolled out and cut into squares to be snuggly wrapped around each juicy purple plum. We put those aside to focus on the dish that would take the most amount of patience and skill, stretching out the dough for the burek.


Once upon a time last summer when I was alone in the house I decided to attempt to make Burek from scratch. Having made gibanica and used phylo dough before, I thought how hard can it be to make your own? The answer to that it…..harder than you think. So having only seen this technique on Youtube before I was thrilled that we would actually be learning how to stretch out the readied dough to the thinness of paper and the size of the entire table.


We gently pulled at the elasticy dough with our fingertips (you can see the edges on top of the white table cloth), stretching and stretching until Marija was satisfied with the size. Despite there being a few tears near the end, it in no way would compromise the finished product and heck nothing is perfect.

After that we sprinkled the minced meat mix on one end while Marija used cheese, egg and spinach on the other end. When that is done the part that blew my mind came to fruition:

She made it look so easy!!

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With the Burek transferred into the oven to bake, Vlad had fired up the grill outside so that we could cook our Ćevapi and get some fresh air. Their backyard is really something wonderful. I’m kind of bummed we didn’t know about this course during the summer because it’s the perfect outdoor cooking and barbecue space.

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Vlad gave the seal of approval once the Ćevapi had browned with traces of crispy golden color, ready to be nommed. We had made the salad earlier on, basic chopping with Vlad’s way of properly marinating the flavors of onion, tomato and cucumber. Even seemingly fool proof dishes like Šopska salata have their secrets!

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The perfect juiciness of the Ćevapi was like being transported to your favorite kafana but the accomplishment of having prepared it yourself made it ten times nommer. We used the kajmak from the mezza spread alongside to enhance the traditional flavors. Meat and butter together? Yes please.

Marija had mentioned that it was virtually impossible to find the type of cheese used for this salad in Singapore so she always fills her suitcase with the creamy goodness before she takes off. Since Milan’s family is spread on different continents, they can all attest to the fact that traditional Serbian cooking spans the boarders but sometimes improvising ingredients that aren’t available can’t beat the original.


Our Burek emerged from the oven, crispy and golden to perfection. It’s not often that I go to pekara or eat baked goods that aren’t made in the house so  this was particularly special for me. Also it’s rare that by the time you get the Burek and leave the pekara that it’s piping hot like ours was. The meat created a soft coating on the inside, complimenting the crunch of the roll. Sigh, it was nomtastic.

Finally we were ready to move on to our dessert. The dumplings were prepped to be submerged in boiling water to cook throughout and then coated in a mixture of bread crumbs and butter to create an ascetic and delicious tasting  exterior.

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Already full from our lunch, the steam from the boiling pot of knedle wrapped the entire room in a cozy almost sleepy like atmosphere. I don’t know about you but the smell of boiling potato anything always has that effect on me.


Hot from the coating pan, the plum dumplings were like warm little balls of all things considered good. Out of all Serbian confections, I would consider knedle sa sljivama to be the least sweet which is why you sprinkle cinnamon and sugar on top before you take that much anticipated bite into nomness. They were magical, really.


Does this look like a success to you? I’m not sure about how good my mental memory is when it comes to facts or things to do but I can assure you that my stomach’s memory is unlike any other. But just in case it ever failed me, Vlad was nice enough to print out the recipes we used during the course for reference.

Milan and I left the course not feeling like we had actually even been in one. It felt more like we had made new friends and the cooking happened to be taking place at the same time. You couldn’t have asked for better people to show you some traditional Serbian dishes. I’m no longer daunted by the thought of having to make my own Ćevapi instead of just buying it at the butchers, or the next time I’m alone and feel like making burek, I most certainly will…or at least I’ll try!

If you’re reading this post and passing by Belgrade or plan on extending your visit, do yourself a favor and sign up for this class, you and your stomach definitely won’t regret it. Plus you’ll get to hang out with amazing Serbian locals and eat the food  that has graced their tables for generations. It’s a hands on experience not to be missed.


It was a Saturday well spent, if I could spend the next Saturdays of the rest of my life like that, the world would be a truly happy place.


Tomorrow I will go to get my visa and see if they gave me longer than the usual three months. During the day long process I plan on setting myself up at Krajl in the morning to work on my lesson plans and have my ‘visa cappuccino’ (or two). I’m seriously in the mood for falafel (can you be in the mood for something a week in advance?) so I might go to Tel Aviv or check out a new place in the Slavia area….videćemo (we’ll see).

I currently have a long list of places I want to visit this fall but am just waiting to see where my appetite takes me. Tune in next time and as always thank you for reading!


Restaurant Information:

Address: Đorđa Stanojevica – Bellvile  11070 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:060 050 1502
Address: Bregovita 19, 11080 Zemun, Belgrade, Serbia
Phone: 065 848 7225


Fair weather noms: Serbian Stuffed Peppers, Umbrella & Belgrade Frozen Fest

Ode to the last week of August and to many the last unofficial week of summer. Back to school for many (myself included) but the start of a brand new academic year certainly breaks up the feeling of summertime sadness. I personally love the coming of autumn and cooler weather because it can only mean seasonal vegetables (pumpkin everything) and hand warming mugs of cider or hot chocolate.

As I mentioned at the end of my post last week, I have cut back on nomming out excessively, winding back in for the start of the new school year and taking this time to expand my passion for making soups and such. I have however had some lovely cheat days that I am eager to share with you all…BUT FIRST as promised I will share with you the nomness that  is Serbian stuffed peppers with cheese.


Serbian stuffed peppers with cheese (Punjena Paprika sa sirom)


  • 6-10 yellowish ‘Serbian’ peppers (long, not spicy or bell)
  • 5-6 eggs
  • 500-800 grams of soft white cheese
  • 4 tablespoons oil (vegetable, olive etc.)
  • water
  • salt & pepper to taste


Preheat the oven to 180 degrees Celsius.

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Gut and discard the innards of the peppers. I like to keep the tops so that I can place them over the peppers once they are stuffed. Optionally you can use a slice of potato.


In a medium bowl mix the eggs together then add cheese and oil, stir together until combined.

Lightly oil the bottom of desired baking dish.

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Fill the hollow peppers with the cheese/ egg mixture. Don’t be shy, it’s ok if it oozes out! Leave a small amount left in the bowl to cover the exterior of the peppers.


Place the peppers in the baking dish. Thin out the remainder of the mix with a few table spoons of water (depending) then spoon over each peppers, ensuring they are coated.

Stick the dish in the oven for around 40 minutes to one hour. The skin of the peppers will begin to brown. If browning too quickly it could be because they are too dry but just dab a few more spoons of oil/water mix over them.

You will know they are ready when you can pierce the peppers with ease. They might be a bit juicy but this only adds to the flavor!


The cheesy, eggy goodness will practically melt in your mouth. Eat along side grilled meats, salad or just as is. Prijatnom!


I have been doing a bit of nom recon around the Novi Beograd (New Belgrade) area as of late and have happily discovered a plethora of modern restaurants looking to shine on the rather high-falutin Belgrade eating scene. New Belgrade is set up into blocks and therefore is very easy to get around on foot though unlike the old part of the city things are somewhat spaced apart. So if you happen to take the bus (any of the 80’s) you might have passed by a chic looking restaurant by the name of Umbrella, wedged beneath a residential building, just before the overpass to airport city.

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Umbrella is the perfect place to meet friends or to have a business lunch with coworkers. With ample (and colorful) seating inside and out, Umbrella provides a relaxed environment but with high class charm. Their staff is very friendly and the restaurant appeared to be dog friendly which is always a plus. That day we sat in the outdoor dining area where the convertible roof allowed us to soak in all of the glorious sunshine (no need for an umbrella that day).

I knew even before I saw the menu that I would be ordering a salad (a bit of clean skin eating people remember) and I also knew they would have precisely what I was in the mood for, a luscious turkey salad. Tired of eating chicken throughout the week and because the price of turkey is steep at the grocery store in Serbia, it is one of those things I love ordering when we are nomming out.


Not only did my salad look incredible but it tasted as such. The turkey slices were coated in crispy sesame seeds, something I would love to try to do on my own one of these days. There was just the right amount of tangy dressing so that it wasn’t drowning and the crispy lettuce and other veggies were complimented by generous hunks of feta cheese. Om nom nom, I was in salad heaven.

Milan had pizza on his brain that day and came to a dilemma when we was forced to choose one of the mouth watering pies from the menu. I urged him to go with something other than capricciosa and so on a whim he decided on Quattro Stagioni. Said to represent the four seasons, Umbrella’s QS comes complete with pepperoni, ham, bacon, mushrooms and a gooey egg smack dab in the middle. This cornucopia of a wood-fired pizza was a sight to behold and had Milan struggling to nom all it’s contents.


Of course he managed to nom it all, this time without any of my assistance (insert winky face).

Based on our experience that day and the countless other delicious sounding things I saw on their menu, we will definitely be returning to Umbrella in the near future. I am however sad that we have just now gotten around to Umbrella  this late in the summer  and missed out on the enjoyment on their patio but as Serbia would have it we could have decent weather into even October. Rain or shine, head over to Umbrella for a tasty meal.


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This past weekend Belgrade hosted Frozen Fest, a three day event where multiple ice cream, gelato, frozen yogurt and juice shops around the city came together to cool things down during this end of summer heat. Throughout the day families with children could enjoy magic shows and other entertainment which then transitioned into live music and DJ for party goers in the evening. Frozen Fest was held at Showroom Live  which is located appropriately in one of the coolest areas (in my opinion) of Belgrade, hidden away behind the kafanas of Skadarlija.

We met with friends that evening and all had one thing in mind, rolled ice cream. As you can recall in my blog ‘Happy Places : Pizza Bar and Špaklica‘ I had my first adventure into the wonderful world of rolled ice cream and have since been completely enamored with it. When I looked through the list of event vendors and saw I Scream Rolls , I was thrilled to see that there was another place rolling out these delicious dessert.

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There is a seemingly unlimited selection to create your own I Scream Rolls, however, the they were kind enough to have an enticing menu of popular flavor combinations (as seen in the above menu board and down at the variety of ingredients) at their store’s location near Pionirski Park. An I Scream rep came over and explained the process and full contents of the combos we were interested in but as you might already have guessed I was screaming for Dexters because of my insatiable love for all things peanut.

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The I Scream men were hard at work and ironically enough the temperature inside of Showroom Live was sweltering (maybe because of all the ice cream rolling??). There was actually a line snaking around the room specifically for I Scream Rolls which we patiently waited in while rolling ice cubes over our wrists next to the bar to keep us cool. When it was finally our turn it took less than two minutes to dice and shape the rolls, which I ran outside with the moment it was put into my hands in order to get some much needed fresh air.

Now don’t be scared, it is just ice cream after all….

AH! Feast your eyes on Dexters and Crunchy!

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Dexters is a combination of sweet cream, a scoop of peanut butter and salty miniature pretzels, made complete with caramel sauce on top. The sweet and salty mixture had my taste buds screaming for more. I seriously can’t get enough of peanut ice cream. The Crunchy was chopped together with Bueno candy bar, corn flakes and Nutella, topped off with a healthy dusting of ground plazma cakes. Milan was like a kid in a candy store and thoroughly enjoyed each creamy bite, he even let me have a nom or two. We were both screaming for more and agreed that we would be visiting the I Scream Rolls shop very very soon.

 Frozen Fest (which turned out to be quite the sweltering venture) was definitely worth experiencing and even though we only tried I Scream Rolls and some rather tasty freshly squeezed juice, seeing everyone enjoying one of Belgrade’s most coveted frozen treats was a sweet sight to behold.


One last not quite nom but something that I quickly wanted to share with you all because I would consider this place a must visit in Belgrade.

Someone had asked me recently if I drank alcohol (silly question) and if so what did I like and my first response was: beer. Maybe it’s because I’m not the fancy cocktail type but since I am from Boston I appreciate a properly brewed beer cold from the tap.


Majstor za Pivo (Meister of Beer) is a small storefront and taproom at the bottom of the lesser frequented and grittier Dunavski Kej below Dorcol, that has a phenomenal selection of brews from all over the Balkans, bottled, on tap and even spreadable beer ‘pivolada’ that you can put on bread. Along with their expansive wall variety, they carry a good handful of these in a fridge so that you can enjoy a cold one right then and there if you feel so inclined. With a large wooden table top and stools spread around the room and street side it’s hard not to.

I sampled a few of the beers on tap from a local brewery in Belgrade called Kabinet. Having a preference for lighter, floral ales, I landed on Rufaro, a citrusy hemp beer according to Kabinet to be perhaps the first of it’s kind in Serbia and is now one of my favorite pivos in the city. If a beer was considered nom, then this one would be it.

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Majstor za Pivo might be your next go to spot to hit before you plan on heading out for the night or if you are looking to wind down after dinner. They close relatively early at around ten but are open at noon so there is the option (if you want to be truly Serbian) of day drinking. 



Fireworks at Belgrade Boating Festival 27.8.16

To je to (that is that).

Looking back on these summer months I am happy to say that I have taken full advantage of all the outdoor nomming opportunities that have come my way and am looking forward to the crisp weather to come where dining outside may still even be an option (if there is a blanket to cuddle up with).

Things will be a bit hectic in the weeks to follow but I promise to keep you posted on any new and nom discoveries!

Laku nom!

Restaurant Information:

Address: Omladinskih brigada 44a, 11070 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone: 066 022000
AddressAndrićev venac 4, 11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:065 2064708
Address: Ulica Zorza Klemansoa 18, 11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:064 6460314



Nom-cation : Serbian Svadba and the wonders of Zlatibor

Hello everyone, hello mid August, hello Summer Olympics in Rio, hello to all of the wondrous noms I have eaten up until this point! Over these past few weeks I have been shamelessly eating while at the same time soaking up the sun in and around beautiful Belgrade. On a sort of whim, Milan and I decided to plan a multi-day trip to Zlatibor and Mokra Gora so that we could escape the bustle of the city, do a bit of hiking and breath the truly fresh air of western Serbia. But first, I had the pleasure of not only visiting breathtaking nature but also to witness and attend a full on Serbian style wedding.

Just so we’re clear…this was a bonafied nom-cation.

So sit back and savor some traditional Serbian specialties like komplet lepinja, kiselo mleko, zlatiborski sir and much more!



During the glorious months of summer, blushing brides, walking wedding parties and honking cars decked out in purple and blue bows are commonly seen (and heard) throughout Serbia whether you like it or not. I had unintentionally crashed a wedding ceremony last year at the capital’s head Orthodox church (Arhangela Mihaila), a ceremony so beautiful it could bring a complete stranger to joyful tears. Since then I have been perplexed by Serbian weddings and was exceedingly excited on Easter when I found out we had been invited to Milan’s cousin’s wedding later in the summer.

In case you hadn’t gathered from all of my previous posts, Serbians are amazing people in all sense of the word, but they can also be pretty crazy (I mean this as the highest compliment). When it comes to weddings, naturally both of these attributes increase ten fold, and luckily for us so do the noms!

There are many procedures that take place during the course of a full day Serbian Svadba but I will provide you with the hyphenated version. On the way to the village the morning of the wedding we passed by the groom and his row of honking cars heading in the opposite direction towards the bride’s home to discuss the price on her head.  Of course the actual demand of dowry is not intact in the present day, however it is part of old Serbian culture and is thus ‘reenacted’ in modern day weddings.

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Once the groom has properly negotiated for his bride to be, they then drive directly to the church where the rest of the wedding guests are already waiting and the extensive ceremony begins. Candles, crowns and choirs, Orthodox weddings are uniquely beautiful. Unlike a western style wedding, the guests stand throughout the ceremony in the open space of the church and are free to come and go as they please.

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With the church ceremony completed, the party then follows the bride and groom back to the groom’s home where the celebration begins by toasting with rakija and continuing the traditions such as throwing corn kernels on the roof and carrying the bride across the threshold into their new home. After that music and socializing with people you may have known since you were a baby or those whom you have never met, either way they treat you like one of their own, another incredible Serbian trait.

Luckily for us the reception took place just a few doors down from Milan’s grandfather’s house and we could already smell the wafting aroma of roštilj and whole roasting lamb on the spit. By the time we sat down at our table we couldn’t wait to eat but knew we would have to pace ourselves if we were to survive the night. We munched on mezza while the bride and groom posed for their thousands of photos, then sipped on a hearty soup as they graciously accepted the copious amounts of gifts. After this the music begins and Kolo or traditional Balkan dancing begins and would continue until the morning. Free flowing rakija, wine and beer could be found at every table as we began the real feasting with sarma then moved on to mountains of grilled meats and kupus salata (coleslaw).

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The food just seemed to be endlessly arriving in front of us, if one plate was diminished, another one came shortly after. By the hour it was time to cut numerous cakes I wasn’t sure there was any space left in my stomach. But of course I did, and of course I had two pieces. At around ten in the evening, to my naïve mind however just when I thought the nomming was winding down and the waiters began to clear the plates of the remnants of food…they brought out freshly made plates of lamb and even more kupus just to be sure those who were drinking heavily had something to nibble on. I was shocked and a bit drunk and relieved when we decided to accompany Milan’s grandfather home. My first experience of Serbian wedding had been an experience to say the least and I can’t wait for the next one (no hint there, I’m purely a spectator for now)!



The next day was a bit of a recovery but I woke up feeling pleasantly refreshed. If you can remember around Easter in my post ‘Orasnica & Orthodox Easter’ I had mentioned that the cats at the house had both been expecting kittens and now three months later the little mewing balls of fur were getting into all sorts of mischief. As timid as they are, they had no problem climbing onto my lap and having their breakfast and a warm body to curl up to.


I excused myself for breakfast of my own where we nommed on fresh slanina, tomatoes, bread and yogurt to which of course I fed the left over fatty tidbits to my new little family members. Later in the afternoon we were greeted by the groom’s father who had thoughtfully brought leftover meat and cake from the wedding for the house. As grateful as I was, I had to take a break from roštilj and was lucky enough to try Deda’s home made heavenly pasulj (which I will recreate soon), a tasty white fish with rosemary and garlic and heritage corn straight from the back yard.

I know I mentioned how much I missed corn before but forget what you know about sweet corn and corn readily available at the farmers market or in the store. This corn isn’t at all sweet, in fact it has the consistency of beans but with the taste of comfort. I loved it, love, love, loved it. Unfortunately the season is short and I have to wait until next year to nom on it again.

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The next morning, packed up and ready to go (with 20 eggs, a giant bag of peppers and apples) we started our five hour journey west to Zlatibor. The drive is relatively painless despite rain and roadworks and once you begin to feel surrounded by rolling hills and mountains, the magic of Serbian nature starts to kick in. A year round tourist town, Zlatibor attracts the likes of athletes, musicians, travellers, families, and nommers like myself because of its relativity to numerous mountains, lakes, rivers and farms. There is something for everyone here in Zlatibor.

Much like our trip to Niš, once we arrived Milan and I searched for a quick and comforting bite to quell our grumbling stomachs. Pizza and beer seemed obvious. This was a nom-cation remember? Plus we were planning on hiking the following day! We found a café at the end of the small pond in Zlatibor’s bustling center and unwound after a long day of travelling.


Margherita, Capricciosa and cold Lav. For some reason I always keep the slogan of this domestic beer in mind whenever I am nomming: ‘Ili jesi ili nisi’… ‘either you are or you aren’t’. Always a fitting line for any occasion in my opinion.

Much like the Christmas markets in Germany there are rows of stands in the main pedestrian street where you can find all the noms your heart desires including palačinke, waffles, grilled corn, tornado potatoes, ice cream, and much more. After the pizza I convinced myself I would hold off until the following day while Milan delved into a meter long palačinke while we watched Serbia play France in the men’s basketball preliminaries…but that is another story.



Despite the overcast weather we woke up the next morning bright eyed and bushy tailed to visit the monument outside of town dedicated to partisans shot in the area in 1941. Many tourists with their families walk up the paved path as well as others who choose to do so by horseback. After our warm up, we headed on to our own hike uphill at Tornik a popular destination for skiers during the winter months. The view from the look out hut was extraordinary even with all the fog and we patted ourselves on the back and promised our bellies a well-earned meal once we reached the bottom.


Due to my unwillingness to sit down post sweat in a café or restaurant, we ventured onto the parallel alleyways of Zlatibor’s main street where savory roštilj options can be found and with ease we decided on fresh grilled belo meso. When all else fails go with belo meso (chicken breast) because you can add your fixings of choice, I personally like ljuto (paprika and feta spread), tomatoes, cucumbers, kupus or greens and eat it either with or without toasted bread of your liking. This time I couldn’t pass up the lepinja (being in Zlatibor and all) and was pleasantly surprised that we could add the condiments ourselves.


For a total of 4 USD you can get a relatively healthy sandwich (better option than McDonald’s that’s for sure) that is always satisfying. Grills or roštilj joints can be found on almost every corner in Serbia so try everything at least once and you’ll never be left hungry. 

We went to recuperate at our apartment and watch a bit more of sporadic Olympic games until we were ready to go back into town for something I was very anxious to try. Naturally I had done a bit of research before our trip and had seen a palačinkarnica of particular interest that seemed to rival the likes of Hari’s Creperie in Belgrade. Of course we had to go and…. ‘investigate’.


Feniks (Pheonix) Palacinkarnica and Poslastičarnica are well established in Zlatibor and have a popular customer base. Their creperie is small however their crepes and waffles are just the opposite. While looking through their menu I was hypnotized by the visuals and the description of each delectable possibility. Each option they had for their massive pancakes could also be created into a spaceship sized Belgian waffle. Because I chose the crepe we would split, Milan then had the honor of choosing the waffle.

 And you thought we nommed a lot already? It’s just getting started.


And so we were introducted to ‘El Presidente’. A fluffy waffle draped in both strawberry jam and Eurocrem, topped with freshly cut strawberries, whipped cream and waffer. Talk about wow. Are you seeing what I’m seeing? When the polls open in November, I think I’m going to vote for with this waffle, El Presidente to be the head of State, not Trump or Hillary. Four more years of nom!

Meanwhile, on my side of the table…I had a date with the ‘Blues Brothers’.


Nom-cation, nom-cation, nom-cation. The Blues Brothers was everything you ever wanted in, on and around a crepe: filled to the brim with Nutella, banana slices and hazelnut bits, drizzled and topped with even more Nutella, hazelnut, vanilla and chocolate ice cream, whipped cream and again adorned with crispy waffers. That moment my eyes grew ten sizes as well as my stomach, I was both lucky and vexed that I had to share it with Milan but the half that I did eat would be in my memory bank of noms forever.

This being technically our dinner, we took a long walk around the center afterwards to digest the food babies we had just been impregnated with. There is still much to do at night in Zlatibor and the family friendly atmosphere is relaxing compared to that of Belgradian nightlife. I reminded Milan though of our plans the next day to visit a special place tucked beneath a hill the following day and so after a beer, we retired to ready our stomachs for what was yet to nom.



The hidden gem I am about to share with you is a must visit if you ever come to Zlatibor and there is a very good reason why. Have you ever traveled somewhere and eaten something that you could actual taste the culture in every bite? This is why Krčma Gaj cannot be missed. This is why Nomandnommer went to Krčma Gaj to get something completely Zlatiborian if you will, Komplet Lepinja.


Look like someone’s back yard? Around the corner as you can see is a small rustic patio, just large enough for a dozen tables, overlooking the fantastic farmlands below. It is something out of a story book. We arrived at Krčma Gaj around eleven in the morning for more or less brunch and there were numerous families already enjoying their authentic meals and tranquil scenery.

Their menu is limited for a reason, they specialize in things that can be grown and bought around you primarily dairy and meat, things that are traditional to this part of Serbia. This being our first time, Milan and I both ordered tea, Komplet Lepinja (in fear that if we would regret ordering anything else) Zlatiborski sir (white cheese native to Zlatibor), and kiselo mleko (soured milk). Why on earth would we order sour milk you ask? You’re about to find out.

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Our chai came first, complete with little bags of honey and freshly squeezed lemon juice on the side. We sat and discussed our plans for the rest of the day, all the while eying up the delicious looking breakfasts people were delving into around us. When the kiselo mleko came I was enthralled because it came served in two small decorated clay jars, the authenticity was already off the charts. Kiselo mleko is difficult to explain to those who have never had it. It’s not exactly sour cream (well because it’s sour milk) so unlike the creamy velvety texture of sour cream, kiselo mleko has the consistency of firm yogurt with a tangy flavour similar to the prior but unique to its own, especially when made fresh like at Krčma Gaj.


Promptly our Komplet Lepinja and cheese arrived and it could be said that I may or may not have been drooling on myself as our waiter set them down on the table. I immediately gave Milan the ‘oh my goodness’ look when I saw how many pieces of cheese there were, way too much for just two persons, but then upon looking at the star of the meal I was swept away to nomtown, population…me.


Komplet Lepinja is as you might have guessed named ‘complete’ for a reason. In between a fresh loaf of lepinja you will find a mixture of egg and kajmak, made complete with thin pieces of Pršuta which is then all together toasted (and probably slathered with more egg and kajmak) on the grill. If there ever was a true Serbian breakfast, this would be it.

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There are things you eat in your life time that have ranks you know? Krčma Gaj’s Komplet Lepinja is not only on my ranking for top ten savory breakfasts but top ten best things I have eaten in my life this far. Crispy on the outside, practically oozing on the inside, it was a whole new experience for my taste buds, half of them screamed ‘this is too much!’ while the other half screamed ‘this should never end!’ Both of them were right, it was too much but I never wanted it to end.

Add all of this to the sensationally mellow Zlatibor cheese and kiselo mleko and I was on the moon. In all honesty we should have ordered just one kiselo mleko because both Milan and I only managed to finish a little more than half of each jar but now we know for next time. The price for a truly authentic meal like this was stupidly cheap (maybe around 14 USD for the both of us) and the view that comes along with it is priceless. We left Krčma Gaj feeling like we had experienced a genuine slice of Zlatibor, and by slice I mean the whole cake.


After a quick pit stop at the apartment for supplies, we were back on the road towards Sirogojno Staro Selo, an outdoor historical museum recreating the homesteads of Serbians in the 1700’s. The sun had decided to come out and the walk around the miniature town was much needed. It reminded me a bit of Plymouth Plantation with the exception of reenactors playing the role of a Serbian Squanto. We did learn some interesting things about how Milan’s ancestors thrived during that time and concluded we needed a giant brick pizza oven in our backyard too.

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Along the way I had spotted road signs for natural waterfall Gostilje not far from Sirogojno and since we didn’t have a pressing schedule decided to check it out. Located in the middle of two hills and hidden away in the lush forest was a picturesque waterfall that spanned down the length of the hills on either side. We sat by the water for a bit and snacked on chocolate biscuits, soaking it all in. We never thought it would have been something we would have unintentionally stumbled upon, but we were very glad we did.

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Once back in Zlatibor, and me still completely full from the komplet lepinja, I decided to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. Not wanting to cut our last night short, we strolled around looking for souvenirs and eventually ended up at Feniks again, except this time at Feniks Poslastičarnica . Their extensive selection of gelato was calling my name and upon Milan’s insistence, I chose three scoops one chocolate, one walnut and one Jaffa.


Yet again, Feniks managed to win over my stomach and heart (not that it’s all too difficult) and I nommed my way through the perfect flavor combination. I enjoyed the Jaffa but my favorite was the intense richness of the walnut. I had the odd sensation that I must be getting old since I now favor ice cream with nuts…(butter pecan, maple walnut were always popular with the senior citizens who visited the ice cream store I worked at)…but then again, maybe I’m just nuts.


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Unfortunately the next day, the temperature had dropped to that of late fall and the rain clouds began to form just as we were packing up the car to leave. We had planned on taking the scenic train through Mokra Gora that morning but because of a late start were unable to secure a spot. But with unlucky circumstances come rewards as we found ourselves warmly inside a cozy lodge in Drvengrad (0r Wood town) just up the road from the train station. This small ethno selo also known as Küstendorf or Mećavnik was built as the set for a Serbian movie and has since been used for film and music festivals as well as doubles as a hotel and open air museum. After we strolled around and bought some local honey, we settled in at the wooden lodge café and ordered Serbian style hot chocolates, complete with whipped cream. A little rain never stopped any noms.


With our time line now free we had little problem getting back on the road to Belgrade. But wait, the noms aren’t over yet! Because of the long drive we stopped for lunch in Kragujevac and I used Instagram to the best of my ability to weed out a place for a quick afternoon bite. I settled on Snack Bar Angolo primarily because I saw they had actual swings in seating area, yes swings. Plugged into the GPS, we found Snack Bar without a problem, ordered our food and sat on the aforementioned swings while we waited.

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Milan apparently having never eaten in his life ordered an entire pizza (cappricosa of course) while I feeling less than hungry ordered a salad and small sandwich. I love tiny little places like Snack Bar because they are deliciously random, they are places I hope stay in business because of their delightful randomness. Remember Fabrikaukusa in Nis? Like that! My chicken salad with sesame dressing was tasty and despite Milan’s displeasure, the pizza was….really good. I mean really good. For reasons completely unknown to me it reminded me of eating pizza in the states (possibly even more so than PizzaBar!). Also for reasons unknown to me, Milan didn’t like it. I was in shock but agreed to help him eat it, as well as later that night and the day after since he clearly had left overs.



And so ends our nom-cation. After being stuck at the toll booth into Belgrade for literally an hour, we were sad yet relieved to be home. With all of the eggs and peppers sent home from the Deda’s, I decided to make Serbian stuffed peppers with cheese the following day, a recipe which I intend on sharing in my next post because they are incredibly nom!

Wow, that took a lot out of me but honestly every time I sit down and write a post I feel overjoyed that I get to relive all of the food I have eaten, not to mention feel guilty about it, hooray guilt! I don’t feel guilty about sharing it with you all though because now you know a bit about Serbian weddings as well as a hot year round vacation spot that still remains true to its authenticity. So please, come to Serbia. If not for the Komplet Lepinja then for other reasons yes?


I will be on a bit of a hiatus from nomming out in order to straighten out my eating pattern (not in a diet kind of way but in a way that my skin is seeking sweet revenge on me). There are however acceptable places to eat clean in Belgrade which I intend to explore further so don’t think I’m turning my back on you, good noms are coming!

Até lognom!


Restaurant Information:

Address: Tržni Centar bb, Zlatibor 31315 Serbia 
Phone: +381(0)31848017
Address: Naselje Gajevi b.b, Zlatibor Serbia
Phone: +381 31 583694
Address: Ugao Ilije Kolovića i Kneza Miloša 34000 Kragujevac Serbia
Phone: 034 330325

Crna Ovca, Šaran and a day trip to Đerdap

Summer means different things to different people. My childhood summers were spent lazily on the cape devouring ice cream, enjoying dinners on the deck and taking day trips to sites around the New England area (compliments of summer library passes). Now in my (almost) mid twenties not much has changed. I still inhale ice cream in all forms, outdoor dinners European style are extended to late hours in the lingering summer heat and as far as day trips come, there is almost too much to be seen in terms of monasteries, fortresses, ruins, rivers and lakes in and around Serbia.

Summers are cherished for a reason and let’s be honest no one willingly remembers winters…at least not under ten plus feet of snow.

What does summer mean to you?


Maybe it means… Shake n’ Bake?



First up, I promised you a sweet nom to cleanse your pallet in last week’s post. It’s quite possible that the place I am about to highlight is now my favorite spot for gelato on the planet. Not to get pretentious but if you are reading this blog you probably know the difference between ice cream and gelato. In case you didn’t (no shame in that), gelato has a higher percentage of milk and lower percentage of cream and is prepared with less air than ice cream, creating that dense almost gooey like quality we know and love.


Crna Ovca when translated to English means ‘Black Sheep’ which if we are referring to Crna Ovca’s individuality among the other ice cream-esq shops in Belgrade absolutely lives up to its name. With sassy savory flavors like Gorgonzola or Parmesan and delightfully sweet combinations like sesame coffee, marscapone pistachio and blood orange, being out of the ordinary is a delicious understatement.  Located on Kralja Petra, a ten second walk off the end of Knez Mihajlova, you have no excuse not to seek out this fluffy hoofed lamb.

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You’re going to laugh at me because out of all the amazing flavors I listed above, yours truly went with peanut…but did you expect anything else? It’s me we are talking about. This however was not your ordinary peanut, this perfectly creamy gelato had a salty peanut base sprinkled with crunchy bits of real peanuts. I never wanted it to end. This gelato is freaking phenomenal.


Believe me when I say the higher than usual price for a small portion is well worth it. For me the small is a perfect size but go nuts and combine flavors of your wildest dreams.  Crna Ovca truly is the black sheep of Belgrade but for all the right reasons. Their signature tiny cups with their sheepish mascot is also incredibly adorable.

Are you the only one of your friends that prefers gelato to ice cream? Then perhaps you should embrace your inner black sheep!



In the order of events, this past weekend Milan, Marina and I took a full day bus tour from Belgrade to  Đerdap National Park making stops along the way at Srebrno Jezero (Silver Lake), Golubac Fortress, Lepenski Vir and Ethno-village Kapetan Mišin Breg, ending with a boat cruise along the aquatic boarder of Romania and Serbia. These beautiful Serbian sights were accompanied by a cloudless sky and some delectable traditional noms. If you are interested in more details, I would highly suggest you subscribe to Postcards from around the world and await the upcoming post highlighting all the fascinating things from our excursion.


Srebrno Jezero (Silver Lake)

Our first stop at Srebrno Jezero was a breath of fresh air and a welcomed spot to stretch our legs. This beautiful lake spans between Veliko Gradište and Kisiljevo, located off the Danube just an hour and a half drive from Belgrade. Srebrno Jezero is a great place to beat the summer heat of the city, kick back and relax. It felt like summer camp at lake Winnipesaukee all over again. Plus the beach line has plenty of places to get your nom on in case you neglected to pack a picnic.


This palačinke is a fine example of what true day trip noms should look like. A scoop of ice cream enveloped by a pancake then smothered in chocolate sauce, plazma and a dollop of whipped cream. Kind of like hide-and-go-seek palačinke style.

Our next stop at Lepenski Vir left me questioning the roots of our existence as we entered the recreated ruins of the oldest civilization in Europe (as early as 6000 BC). The tools, quirky sculptures and skeletal remains of these early Europeans were uncovered alongside the Danube river in the mid 1960’s and have since been preserved and uprooted to higher ground for all those to marvel at.

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It was said that the people of this tribe survived until old age because of their primarily fish based diet, non existent of wheat or grains. Certainly says a bit about our food culture today doesn’t it?

But then again I eat a pancake a day so I’m not one to talk…

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By the time it came for us to drive to Kapetan Mišin Breg for lunch we were all drowsy from the heat and longing for a proper Serbian feast. Again, the history of Kapetan Mišin Breg and the family that runs this quaint B&B can be better explained through Postcard’s most recent post ‘A hill, like no other’  so please be sure to check that out. For the purpose of this blog though I will focus on the noms first and foremost.


photo credit : Postcards from around the world

At the gate you are greeted with a taste of honey rakija which happened to be my favorite part of the visit because it was perhaps the sweetest (and least potent) rakija I have ever happened to try. Because the meal is prepared and served by the family members at Kapetan, you really get to experience the wonders of Serbian hospitality first hand. They begin the feast with home made chicken soup, scorching in the afternoon sun but you know they say drinking hot things in equally hot weather actually regulates your body temperature…it doesn’t hurt when it’s delicious either.

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For the main part of the meal there was a plethora of traditional options made with ingredients grown in the gardens of Kapetan. Lepinje, proja, fresh white cheese, pita of potatoes, pita of zelje (greens), breaded nettle, grilled chicken breast, potatoes, cucumbers and tomatoes. While waiting in line our tour guide laughed at me because I excitedly whispered to Milan ‘Can I have EVERYTHING??’. Turns out I could, and I did.

There was a possibility to go for seconds since there was so much food, however I was already stuffed and had my eyes on the vaniliceThese soft jam filled cookies are a specialty around Orthodox Christmas time but can of course be enjoyed year round.They were actually the first Serbian dessert I learned to make and are virtually fool proof. Use any kind of desired sweet filling, sprinkle (or smother) in powdered sugar and try not to eat them all on the spot.


After the meal we walked around the grounds and enjoyed the spectacular view overlooking the river below. I actually took a small nap in one of the hammocks to shake my post feast drowsiness. If you do find yourself in the area of the Iron Gates, do yourself a favor and visit Kapetan Mišin Breg. 

We drove on to the main event of the day which was a boat cruise through the Iron Gates of the Danube to see the famous rock face sculpture of Decebalusthe last king of Dacia. I had read about this particular sight in multiple magazines and it tends to comes hand in hand if you google search touristic sights in Serbia despite it being on the Romanian side of the boarder. Not a cloud in the sky, it was truly a beautiful day to float down the river and see this unique (and enormous) bearded looking dwarf man.


Behold Decebalus. Something straight out of Lord of the Rings, no? Unfortunately our meeting with the last king of Dacia was short as we cruised past then made our way around and back to port. By the time we returned to the bus, the sun was already setting (beautifully) and every bone in our bodies cried for home.

This little day trip was jam packed with the best of both natural and historical sights in Serbia, something I would certainly do again. Many thanks to Postcard’s for inviting us along on this journey!


The following day we were long over due for an outdoor dinner on Zemun Kej which was chosen to take place at one of the most well known fish restaurants in greater Belgrade: ŠaranI had mentioned in my last post that proper seafood in Belgrade was hard to come by (at least at a price) but look no further because this long standing establishment has what you’re looking for.

Restoran-Saran-Reserve-LogoŠaran is somewhat of a tradition for Milan’s family and clearly for many other families based on it’s unwavering popularity. My first dining experience at Šaran was full of new experiences such as riblja čorba (fish soup) served in a large cauldron to feed the entire table. Coming from New England where clam chowder is king, this red colored broth complete with bones was a bit foreign to me. Foreign but nom! I had also had my first taste of ‘traditional’ Serbian serenading music. Something I have since gotten used to.

Having been provided with ideal evening weather, we dined on the outside portion of the restaurant abutting the water. It didn’t take us long to find something that fit each of our appetites as we jumped straight into our main courses (after sipping on prosecco and nibbling on bread and garlic butter of course).


My grilled river fish came lightly seasoned alongside some of the most superb potato salad and grilled polenta which I had ordered as an extra add on simply because I love it. There were a few bones here and there but overall the fish was tender, properly grilled and full of flavor.


Milan pleasantly surprised me by ordering something other than salmon and choosing the grilled tuna steak, possibly the best decision he could have made because that fish was the essence of nom. Unlike white fish, tuna steaks are a darker, tougher cut of meat hence why they call it a ‘steak’. Served over greens and potatoes, Milan made his way happily through his meal and from the satisfied look on his face will be ordering tuna at Šaran in the future.


One of the things I love about Milan’s family is that there is somehow always room left for dessert. One could say that I come from a family who appreciates all kinds of sweet noms, so this makes me feel right at home. The fun thing about Šaran is that their dessert menu is actually a plate of the desserts themselves to assist in your decision making process. Once you see them it’s hard to say no!  Milan and I went with a light pana cotta so as not to tip us completely over the edge. Light, creamy and very nom.

I have never had a bad meal at Šaran. I’m not even sure if it’s possible. Even if you don’t enjoy fish based dishes there are plenty of other options to choose from that will leave you extremely satisfied. Something I always appreciate when visiting Šaran is their friendly and knowledgeable staff, and due to the amount non Serbian speakers passing through their doors, they are always eager to make suggestions to ensure you leave completely content.


As I said (other than being buried in the sand) not much has changed when it comes to summers over time and for my sake I hope they never do. Summer means differnt things to different people but I bet they all include family, sun and noms!

Wait! There is one last nom! Remember a few months ago in ‘Belgrade must noms’ I had introduced you all to Teta Nada and her amazing culinary skills? Well yesterday evening we were lucky enough to visit her again and as we speak… I am still stuffed.

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Sunflower bread, my favorite prebranac (beans and caramelized onions), sauteed peppers and eggplant, savory meat cake, assorted rostilj and a pillowy jaffa inspired cake to finish.

Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. Nom. 

I should probably go exercise. right. now.


Restaurant Information:

Address: Kralja Petra 58, 11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:065 3358280
Address: Kej Oslobođenja 53, Belgrade 11000, Serbia
Phone: 011 261 8235



Happy Places : Pizza Bar and Špaklica

Having seen so many pictures posted as of late by those back in the States frolicking at the beach or barbecuing with their families, I wanted to take a moment to truly admire the summer noms that are absent from my life here in Serbia for one reason or another. First corn on the cob…it’s available but sadly just not the same, really nothing says summer to me like corn on the cob. Secondly all things sea food, lobster, fried clams…I would probably even eat a steamer or two at this point. Lobster is like a New England right of passage yet virtually non existent here. Having grown up on the East Coast, living in a land locked country certainly has it’s disadvantages.


Summer 2012 skeptically destroying a lobster (see corn on cobb)

It’s not that we don’t have seafood available, it just comes at a price. We do however have girice, a small lightly breaded, deep fried fish that you can buy neatly packaged by the gram along the river and snack on (head, eyes, bones and all). Girice was something I NEVER thought I’d enjoy but it’s truly delicious. It’s also super cheap!

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It might look unappetizing on your end but come to the Balkans and put your money where your nom is!


It was a sad day when Branko left but we knew that we would be seeing him for one more evening a few weeks from that point because of his stop over in Belgrade en route back to the United Arab Emirates. The rest of the family had went on to the village for a few days and thus Milan and I were once again left with time on our hands which we planned on using to watch my new favorite sport, basketball.

I grew up watching hockey, being a hockey fan, waking up at five in the morning to watch my brother play hockey, hockey hockey, hockey. Yet since moving to Belgrade (and having already had some interest in the Celtics) I have fallen in love with basketball and because the sports nature in Belgrade is more or less equally if not more crazy than Boston it’s hard not to get into it here. I have thus far only been to Red Star games (no offense to Partizan), therefore I have gotten to know their players, many of whom play for the National team of Serbia that was about to enter the qualifying rounds for the 2016 Olympics in Rio.


We attended a friendly match against Greece at the end of June then a week or so later decided to go to the final deciding game against Puerto Rico (as shown above). Serbia had yet to loose a game and the undying support of Serbian fans is something out of a film. Being in the middle of it all was electrifying.

So me being the Bostonian I am… what better way to lead up to an anticipated game than pizza and beer?

Once again thanks to Instagram I had become aware of a restaurant in New Belgrade that served up deep dish style pizza as well as a variety of other pies including “black delight” a completely charred crust which for some reason people go ga-ga for. It’s very rare to find thick crust pizza in the greater Belgrade area so I was already salivating. The name of this unicorn is appropriately called Pizza Bar  and again I felt somehow transported back to the coast for just one evening.


Pizza Bar’s slogan “Your happy place” is certainly fitting not only because of their heavenly food but because of their bright and relaxing environment. With a colorful outdoor terrace and rustic wooden interior, Pizza Bar has plenty of room if you are looking to pregame with friends or hide away in a cozy corner to chat. Milan and I found a quiet spot in the back, ordered cold beers and began to peruse the menu.

Their basic menu is actually full of variety. Between pasta, pizza and salads there is plenty to keep your stomach full in between drinks. All of their pizzas come in the option of classic thin wood fired crust or fluffy Chicago style, as well as small (a bit larger than a personal pie) or large which would be enough for two or three people. We both agreed to get two small pizzas with different toppings in each crust style.

Get yourself a tissue, you might just drool on yourself.






My “Fiorentina” came in Chicago style, a delectable combination of cheese, panceta, sun dried tomatoes, basil and spinach pesto. The incredibly fluffy, buttery, crispy crust was like a pillow for my taste buds. I’m in love with pesto pizza and Pizza Bar’s spinach pesto did not disappoint. The flavor combination was absolutely nom. Milan’s “Mediteran” included cheese, ham, mushrooms, peppers, tomatoes and huge chunks of feta.  We split them both in half so when I moved on to the thin crust I was conflicted as to which one I liked better…then I realized this wasn’t a test… I could choose both!


Let’s not forget about the beer. Weiss Beer, how I adore thee. Pizza Bar actually has Budweiser on tap but much to Milan’s disappointment tasted more like the American version than the Czech one he was hoping for. Stick with a classic, Erdinger all the way.

For Belgrade standards the cost of the meal (two pizzas plus four beers) was reasonable but the more important part was that we left feeling happily full and loosened up for the game. You must remember that they don’t sell alcohol inside any sporting event in Serbia so you must take full advantage of time before hand  and get your beer on (responsibly of course). Because of the close proximity to Kombank Arena, Pizza Bar is a great place to do just that as well as grub on some of the tastiest pizza in Belgrade.

Serbia dominated the game in case you were wondering. Thirty points ahead the entire game. Boom. See you in August Rio!



A few days later, the family had reunited and we decided to go to Ada Cigalnija for bike riding and outdoor relaxation. During the summer months as I had mentioned in ‘Weekend bites in BG‘ Ada is packed to the brim with people sunbathing, swimming, biking, roller blading, drinking and nomming. This time I opted out of biking but walked the 4km route along the inlet. Normally I go during the week which is much less congested but despite the crowds it is still a great place to enjoy nice weather.

I met up with everyone after my walk at cafe Havana near the water on the left side of Ada. Wedged in between Havana and Shine though is a small “ice cream” stand that has recently been taking  the world by storm : ice cream rolls.

If you haven’t seen or heard about this fascinating version of a favorite summer treat, ice cream rolls originated in Thailand and are actually referred to as “stir-fried ice cream”. The construction is basic: cold milk or cream is poured over a round below freezing slab then ‘chopped’ together with desired ingredients, flattened then curled into small rolls and placed vertically into a cup then nommed by the masses.


photo credit: Spaklica Facebook

Špaklica on Ada is the first of it’s kind here in Belgrade. Their name comes from the putty knife (or spackle) they use to make the ice cream rolls, commonly found in any garage or home appliance store. Their location by the bank at Ada is perfect because of the amount of pedestrians, mostly lured in by the fascinating procedure. Take a look for yourself!

Their flat rate is 260 dinars (2.40 USD) and though it might seem hollow, the rolls fill up a decent sized cup and satisfy just as much as any standard scoops. Unfortunately because it was the end of the day their options for toppings were limited but luckily they still had Nutella, banana, plazma and orange so the outcome was a delicious Jafa like dessert. Milan described the ice cream roll experience like ‘eating a crepe in ice cream form’. Needless to say it was extremely delicious and I would return to Špaklica for this special treat any day.


Dreamy, creamy, ice cream roll perfection. Ahnom.


Now if you weren’t convinced by this Thai style dessert, then I still have something else in the ice cream department up my sleeve…but you’ll have to wait until nomandnommer’s next post. I will let you in on a hint though…if you’ve ever felt like the odd one out in the crowd, or just plain out of the ordinary then you’ll love this upcoming nom!


Look I’ve even made another friend. Who said being the odd one out was a bad thing?

See you soon fellow nommers!


Restaurant Information:

Address:  Bulevar Mihajla Pupina 165, 11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:  011 222 5467
Address: Ada Ciganlija, lokal Havana, Serbia
Phone: 060 313 1578

When Branko came to nom!

I think all of those who have ever resided in the states can agree that once the fourth of July has come and gone the summer tends to go by in the blink of an eye. This rule also applies across the pond in my opinion because I am sitting here (eating a huge slice of freshly cut watermelon) half in disbelief that it is already almost two weeks into July! Do what you can to make these glorious months of barbecue and summertime treats last people!


Budva 2015: Branko, Milan and I

Speaking of barbecues, Milan and I had purchased our first small charcoal grill about a month ago in hopes that when our friend Branko came to spend the week with us we would be able to create some tasty nommories. If you can recall in my post Some noms come and some noms go…” I had mentioned Branko and the amazing noms that he had introduced to us at Juice Bar and other local spots around Budva, so we felt it was absolutely necessary to share with him in return some of our most coveted noms around Belgrade and beyond. With this is mind there will be a few nom rewinds but perhaps  they are even juicier than before!


On the first day that Branko had arrived to Belgrade, Milan had picked him up very early in morning and upon their arrival home I was already getting ready to leave and was pleasantly surprised that Branko had requested burek to be his first meal of choice. Unfortunately because I would be at the center for the remainder of the day, it was up to Milan to expose him to noms in my absence.

The next part I will provide with the help of Milan’s taste bud recall.

After everyone had properly rested Milan, Branko and Milan’s sister had chosen to stroll zemun quay that afternoon . With the original intent of going to restaurant Koliba for seafood related food, their stomachs altered their plans and lead them to the massive Hotel Jugoslavija yet more specifically the American inspired Intergalactic Diner.


When my mother had came to visit last summer we had also taken her to Intergalactic for a bit of comfort food after countless days of traditional Serbian food on her. Complete with customer chosen jukebox, Intergalactic Diner is a blast from the past and the real deal in terms of classic burgers, fries, and milkshakes.


Milan chose the Big Bang which comes with a juicy burger patty, bacon, lettuce, onions, mayo, mustard and to top it all off a crispy hash brown. All of this was accompanied by fries and onion rings as you can see above.

Milan described his burger experience as : “The burgers at Intergalactic are humungous, tender and full of flavor. They make you feel like you’re in America because of the 50’s diner environment. It’s a place to go when you want to fill your stomach and be FULL!” 

There you have it, straight from the horse’s mouth. Branko also relayed to me that he enjoyed his own burger and was happy that they went there for his first official meal in Belgrade. If there is anyone I trust when it comes to professional nomming it would be these two gentlemen. Shall I call them my nominions?


Later that evening I met up with the group at Manufaktura for a drink then take a stroll around the center before heading off to yet another meal. I of course was completely famished from having had only keks and yogurt throughout the duration of my shifts (by choice) but the men on the other hand were hoping to digest a bit before we took Branko to our super special secret spot for dinner.


This rather fancy macchiato fredo was the perfect pick me up after a long day of running around and physical labor. For sure one of these days I will return to actually eat at Manufaktura since I have heard nothing but good things and based on what I saw coming out of their kitchen my nom senses were tingling.

But until then moving on…

If you can remember “Proja, Čorba & Ramen…Uuumami!” then the photos below should give you a hint as to where we decided to take Branko, none other than the spectacularly authentic Japanese flavors of Marukoshi. We had been planning to take Branko here ever since we first visited this Dorćol gem.


Naturally we had gyoza for an appetizer as well as cold cucumber chashu rolls filled with marinated pork belly and arugula with a delicious sesame dressing. These I could have eaten a thousand over because they were so refreshing and ideal for the warm summer weather. Marukoshi actually has a cold summer ramen which I was tempted to try but I needed something to clear my sinuses and I felt  the only way would be through a steaming bowl of hot broth.

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This time around I chose shio ramen which was different from the original miso ramen but equally delicious, prepared with chicken broth and filled with shrimp, egg, leeks, carrots and corn. I have to admit that I ate it with such great fervor that I was forced to lean back and close my eyes afterwards so that I didn’t explode. Milan also strayed and ordered beef yaki udon which will go down in the nom books as one of the most phenomenal things to eat in Belgrade. Thick udon noodles stir fried in a heavenly smooth soy sauce with tender beef and vegetables. Branko on the other hand chose Katsukare, similar to the Katsudon but accompanied by a flavorful Japanese curry sauce.

Afterwards we blejed (my serblish word for lazing around) and digested via a lengthy philosophical conversation which was befitting to always serene surroundings and relaxed environment Marukoshi provides. At the end of the night Branko was full and happy . Therefore we were happy.

But of course it doesn’t end there…


The following Friday we invited our friends over for a full on barbecue to test out our new little grill. Complete with over 30 cevapi, 10 chicken breasts, lepinje, marinated tomatoes, fresh basil pasta salad and tzatziki potato salad, as well as a repeat banana plazma pudding cake (made by yours truly) we pigged out and played games until late in the evening, all signs of a successful barbecue.

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Since I moved to Belgrade last year I had been longing for the convenience of having our own grill and cannot wait to use it until the last warm days even into fall. There is just something so nom about grilled anything!


The following day we decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and make a day trip to Fruška Gora,  a mountain range and national park around an hour drive north west of Belgrade, just south of Novi Sad. We we are very excited to spend some time in nature and hopefully find a tasty place to have lunch. The buzzing of hundreds of beehives intermittently placed along the side roads echoes the summertime feeling of this beautiful and expansive national park. Much like all of Serbia, there is always some sort of monument, historical site or panorama to be seen so make sure that your eyes are peeled to avoid missing any opportunity to take in more spectacular Serbian sights…

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 The night before Milan had made a note that Hotel Norcev would be the best lunching spot in the area thus after sightseeing and hiking up to a 14th century tower, it was safe to say that our energy was in need of replenishment. Norcev is located next to an old radio tower that was (surprise surprise) bombed by NATO in the 90’s, however the lush green surrounding of the hotel and family friendly recreational bath and spa creates a peaceful safe haven in the middle of Fruška Gora.


One can come to expect that restaurants attached to hotels like Norcev will most likely be cooking up traditional Serbian specialties such as hot and cold mezza, rostijl and balkanized sweets. Having just nommed our weight in cevapi and grilled meats the night before however, none of us were particularly in the mood for rostijl but Norcev’s expansive menu provided multiple other options. Branko chose fish, Marina steak with mushroom sauce and Milan a sort of stuffed Karađorđeva šnicla but with chicken instead of pork. I on the other hand went completely off the Serbian path and ordered a chicken tortilla wrap (laugh all you want because it sound super American right?).


To be completely sure we wouldn’t leave hungry, along with our mains we ordered Šopska salatakupus salata (cabbage slaw) and deep fried cheese (ugh yes). Of course when the food arrived in the giant portions as you can see above we were assured the possibility of leaving hungry was slim to none. Now I won’t boast because I admired all of the food BUT my chicken tortilla wrap (complete with veggies, pickles and an insanely delicious honey mustard sauce)….was by far the best. Regardless of size compared to the other Serbian behemoths, the wrap was the perfect amount for my recovery from last night’s barbecue.


They were jealous. I don’t blame them. Om nom in your face!


On the last day of Branko’s stay Milan had already unfortunately returned to work from a week of vacation so Marina had suggested taking him into the city and stay relatively cool cafe hopping for the afternoon. Upon reaching the city though both Branko and I were hungry and had the intention of eating something vegetarian for a change….and what better to nom on than falafel….and where better to find that than another one of my Belgrade favorites: Tel Aviv Hummus House!


This photo of Tel Aviv’s gigantic falafel sandwich is much more alluring than the one I had taken in “Nom catch up : Zapata, Tel Aviv & Mali Princ” during my teaching seminar. This photo is almost pornographic. The hefty weight of the falafel filled pocket is intimidating, filled with four or five pieces, fresh greens, picked beets, hummus, tomatoes and other goodies. Branko was thoroughly impressed and described it as “light” fare. I’m not sure if I agree with him because I was feeling quite stuffed afterwards but for 300 dinars (2.70 USD) it’s certainly light on your budget and healthy taboot.


Thus completes the time Branko came to nom! On one hand I am glad that he came to stay with us for the amount of time he did, on the other hand I am still recovering from all the food we managed to consume (but who are we kidding I’d do it all over again, I live to share the noms!). For all of the amazingly wonderful things Branko had exposed Milan and I to last summer I hope that his mini vacation is Belgrade was equally relaxing and memorable.

There is one last thing though….I had been hoping to take Branko to a specific restaurant in New Belgrade since I knew he enjoyed a good pie…however this was a rare pie in the capital because of it’s deep dish nature…but with time not being on our side I ended up going under different circumstances. Below is a small taste of what you can expect from my next post…when I discovered my happy place at Pizza Bar!


 Oh…by the way…I’m a bit blonde now.

Too many noms for one post!! Until next time people!

A despedinom!

Restaurant Information:

Address: Bulevar Nikole Tesle 3, Zemun, 11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Phone:011 405 8686
Address: Kralja Petra 13-15, Belgrade 11000, Serbia
Phone: 011 218 0044
AddressKapetan Mišina 37 Lower Dorćol, Stari Grad, Belgrade 11000
Phone: 064 479 4715
Address: Fruška gora, Iriški Venac; Serbia
Phone: 021 4800 222


Nomming the way to Niš

Hello everyone, I trust you had a lovely week. Though the weather here in the greater Belgrade area has been nothing short of steamy, the sun is welcomed and the first official week of summer has certainly lived up to it’s expectations. This weekend I invite you to take a flash trip with Nomandnommer to Jagodina and Niš, the birthplace of Constantine the Great and home of some very delicious noms!



We begin by making our way south of Belgrade on the autoput to Jagodina (around half way to Niš / one hour out) where we planned on stopping by the zoo and doing a bit of sight seeing in this small yet inviting town whose name and flag depicts a sweet red jagoda(strawberry).


I think we can all agree that every great trip begins with road noms. Of course you can expect my list of car snacks to include the likes of Smoki and peanut butter pretzel sticks but there has been a new snacking development since my return to Belgrade: Basket.


Basket are a line of healthy, homemade, delicious snacks made in Serbia and can be found in almost all major groceries stores (as well as the refugee aid center I work at). By using ingredients packed with a variety of nutrient rich ingredients, Basket snacks will become your new favorite go to when your stomach begins to rumble for an afternoon pick up. I’m personally addicted to ‘Krekeri Basket 5’ (because of the peanut in the middle) but the rest of  their products are equally addictive. Spread on some ajvar, hummus or pavlaka or dip them in Nutella, peanut butter or jam and enjoy a little piece of Serbia.

We arrived at the humble zoo of Jagodina a little after ten in the morning, already sticky with sweat from the rising heat of the day. It’s possible that the Zoološki vrt Jagodina is the quaintest zoo I have ever had the privileged of visiting but this is what gives it it’s natural charm. They boast four adorable tigers as well as numerous other big cats and my soon to be favorite 6 meter giraffe.

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For the record this was the firs time I ever touched a giraffe. If you have yet to have the pleasure these gentle giants are extremely soft much like that of a horse. Their tongues on the other hand are almost like a small slimy arm capable of pulling your arm from its socket. My new giraffe boyfriend continued to follow me around his enclosure, reaching his long neck out to get more attention.  It is now one of my top ten favorite moments in my life thus far.

After our short lived but entertaining visit, we decided to venture around the small center of Jagodina in order to relax and kill time before we could continue and check into our hotel in Niš by mid afternoon. We sat near the main fountain at a glorious outdoor cafe, Skver Klub or Square Club (remember people, words in Serbian are spelled exactly how they are read!) to have a cool drink. Of course being in Jagodina I chose to have an iced tea with strawberries and mint.

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Best choice ever. Chunks of strawberry with refreshing mint and a slice of orange served over ice. The perfect summer combination. See you soon Jagodina!

Onward to Niš!


With our body temperatures cooled for the time being we continued our journey to Niš. The third largest city in Serbia, Niš has deep historical roots, having been occupied and influenced by both the Roman and Ottoman Empire thus there exists a wealth of fascinating sites for first time visitors. With a lengthy river promenade, bustling center and 18th century fortress focal point, the city itself resembles many western European cities I have visited before.

Starting at the fortress to hopefully hide in the shade we walked along the expansive garden like grounds filled with towering trees, stone artifacts, and secret hideaways. Similar to Kalamegdan in Belgrade the fortress is open at all times and because of this there are multiple cafes and bars on site as well as an outdoor theater. We would return later that night for drinks but at that moment our stomachs were crying so we crossed the bridge to the city center for something substantial.

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Do you ever pass by a restaurant on the street only to be lured in by something that a stranger is nomming? This was the case when Milan and I ended up at Night & Day . Having walked by not knowing what my appetite longed for, the appearance of what I later found out was Night & Day’s Srpska Pica (pizza) topped with cheese, bacon, eggs and a giant scoop of kajmak, pretty much a hangover special. Upon sitting down however, the thought of eating that much kajmak in the current heat made my stomach turn over, so we ordered individual wood fired pizzas with tomato sauce, cheese and mushrooms.

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Regardless of where we are Milan and I always seem to order basically the same thing because of our similar taste in food. This time was no exception as you can see, the only difference in Milan’s pizza (bottom photo) is that his has more meat. Sometimes it can’t be helped, great minds nom alike. Both pizzas were the perfect size and the change from the usually soft crusted capricciosa was exactly what my stomach was looking for.


Later in the evening after freshening up at the hotel we set out in search of a specific sweet nom that I had preemptively started following on Instagram the week before our trip. A little bit outside of the city center (thus we had to drive) is a tiny place by the name of Fabrika Ukusa for (of course) palačinke and waffles that got me hook line and sinker with the promise of: peanut butter.


photo credit : Fabrika Ukusa Nis Instagram

We all know I’m a sucker for palačinke (I think almost every other Nomandnommer post has highlighted them) but I’m head over heels in love with peanut butter, so much so I have recently started making my own. So when I saw Fabrika Ukusa post an oozing pancake full of peanut butter it became the focal point of my trip.

Fabrika Ukusa is a modern looking hole in the wall (all compliments intended) whose slogan “Palacinke i Vaflina na 101 nacin” or “Palacinke and Waffles, 101 ways” prepares you for big flavors despite their tiny space. Aside from the traditional Nutella, Eurocrem, plazma combinations, Fabrika Ukusa has add-ons like  fresh fruit, smarties, oreos, ice cream, peanut butter and if my eyes saw correctly something like speculoos cookie butter (which I am kicking myself in the ass for not trying). They even have american style pancakes!

I usually limit myself to two add-ins but I was on a mini vacation so I threw caution to the wind and picked Nutella, peanut butter, walnuts and bananas. I don’t know why I laughed like a crazy person while ordering, maybe I get a bit hysterical when I get extremely excited about a nom. It’s kind of embarrassing but I’m a bit abnormal…you should know this by now.

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The palačinke are huge (which is why I decided to photograph mine in the half eaten shape of a heart) and perfectly packaged so that every bite had an equal amount of each heavenly flavor. Some palačinkarnicas will jam pack everything into one side making it difficult to enjoy without an over abundance of one ingredient, thus I applaud Fabrika Ukusa’s for their palačinke to filling ratio. The peanut butter though, uhhhh the peanut butter. Milan had to endure my rather explicit sounds of nomming as I slowly made my way through pancake bliss. Not to sound crude but I wanted to throw it up and eat it again.

If nothing else I would drive the two hours it takes just to get palačinke at Fabrika Ukusa again. Seeing as they are seemingly newly opened I hope they have a successful future in the palačinke game. If they continue doing what they are doing though it won’t be very difficult!


The next morning thankfully began on the cooler side and with a very lovely roof top breakfast included in our hotel stay. My apologies for not having taken any photos as I haven’t been drinking much coffee lately so my mind wanders until my stomach is fully satiated. A proper Serbian breakfast, it consisted mostly of savory meats, cheeses, eggs and jogurt then moved on to sweet french toast, pastries and fresh nectarines. I was set for the rest of the morning and eager to continue our trip to the infamous ‘skull tower’ of Niš.


Standing at around 3 meters tall, the skull tower of Niš was ‘constructed’ by the Turks during the uprising against Ottoman Empire rule over Serbia. A group of revolutionary Serbs believed they would rather die by their own hands than be slaughtered by the Turks (in layman’s terms blew themselves up) and in the aftermath the Turks created this tower consisting of around 900 skulls to be put on display and leave a lasting example. The tower now resides inside of a chapel and for 150 dinars (1.50 USD) you can marvel at this eerie piece of Serbian history.

Feeling like we could use a dose of tranquility after that rather grim experience, Milan and I headed to Niška Banjaa spa town outside of the city famous for it’s healing waters and all around peaceful environment. People from all walks of life (including those seeking and not seeking medical rejuvenation) gather in the park to soak their aching feet in the small canals, partake in recreational sports like yoga and just generally take in the wonder of nature.


As you can see above, the Institute for treatment and rehabilitation has a beautiful water feature that might make you think twice whether you’re still in Serbia or not. If you intend on passing through Niš then by all means make a pit stop at Niška Banja, you might just stay longer than you expected but treat your mind body and soul to a much deserved rest!


Sadly we left Niš in less than twenty four hours and headed back on our way to Belgrade but not without a bit of off-roading to visit one of the most spectacular monasteries in Serbia, Monastery Manasija. We already had our fingers crossed for some monastery med (honey) as well as a nice bottle of wine to properly commemorate our weekend get away.


Monastery Manasija is a phenomenal example of medieval Serbian architecture and is open to the public year round. The monastery was founded by Despot Stefan Lazarević and completed in 1418 which is why he had fortress walls constructed to protect the church within during Ottoman rule. It’s location is slightly hidden amidst the hills between the small town of Despotovac and Bukovac, a bit off the beaten trail but certainly worth the trek. The surrounding fortress walls, gorgeous church and lush gardens truly transport you back to the middle ages.

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Luckily for us I spotted in bold cyrillic letters on the tourist shop walls “Монестари мед” (monastery honey, yay! I can read cyrillic!) so after we walked around the grounds we went to claim our bounty and bought a large jar of honey and a bottle of domestic red wine. There is an option to climb a length of stairs to the top perimeter of the monastery’s stone walls for 500 dinars (5USD) per person, however since we had purchased both honey and wine and needed money for the tolls back to Belgrade we passed on the opportunity though have full intentions of returning some day in the future.

The sun was still high as we returned to the car and decided to get back on the highway, a banana chocolate pudding plazma cake I had made just before the trip guiding us back to our humble abode. Is there anything better than a cold dessert waiting for you when you get back from eating all weekend? I think not!



We have yet to try the wine yet (we intend to upon Milan parents’ arrival next week) but the honey made from the pollen of local forest and field flowers is out of this world nom!


Thus completes our flash trip to Jagodina and Niš. I know that there weren’t as many photos of noms as I normally would include in a post but sometimes living in the moment and eating without thinking is oh so sweet. Plus technically this is a heavy food and light travel blog so I hope that I was able to provide all of you lovely readers with some new or interesting information on a few beautiful places to visit if you ever happen to visit the aforementioned towns.

I would be very surprised though if all of the food discovered in my previous posts is not the main reason why you might be yearning for all things Serbian. Surprised and a bit….hangry (hungry angry).

Join me next week for some old and some new noms as we venture around the Belgrade area with a childhood friend of Milan’s who introduced me to life long noms in Budva, Montenegro last summer! Nom it forward people!

La revedernom!

Restaurant Information:

Address: Slavke Djurdjevic 3, Jagodina, Serbia
Phone: 069 404 0035
AddressObrenovićeva bb, Niš, Serbia
Phone: 018 244 396
Address: Knjaževačka 56, Niš, Serbia
Phone: n/a