Just like my granny cooked. How often would you hear this praise nowadays? I bet, quite seldom. I do not even remember when I did last time.
We were driving along the Montenegro coast and the thought about lunch came to mind. Only a limited amount of fantastic views could be enjoyable on an empty stomach. After a while, the only thing that you can think of is where to get some food. Good or bad does not matter – you just have to eat something. Thus, we just pulled off at first chance. The sign looked promising, so why not try our luck?
We left the car under impressive looking olive tree and were greeted by a stern looking lady who happened to be, as we discovered later, the kafana’s proprietor. She greeted us in German, which did not work well since my knowledge of this language is limited to Bitte and Danke. No problem, the younger generation was summoned to the rescue: her daughter, whose English was quite impressive. They run this tiny kafana together along with offering summer rooms for rent.
There was no menu, but we trusted the younger lady’s advice and ordered fish. We failed to come to mutual conclusion of what type of fish it could be, but learned that it was caught by their friend earlier in the morning, so it was a mystery meal…
…and it was delicious! Freshly chopped salad, boiled potatoes and kale, our mystery fish and the perfect Turkish coffee. Everything was so fresh, tasty and perfectly cooked that we cleared all plates in no time. If I were not so full from this generous meal, I could easily eat it again and again. Life was great again.
Sumice Kafana on Google Maps (click the image to access detailed map)
