The hangover was bad…the morning heat was near searing, the headache plumb pounding. I needed food and I needed it to be luscious and greasy.
My friends and I had already discovered the joys of Cafe Armonia in our small village of Perast on the Bay of Kotor in Montenegro multiple times. For lunch, dinner and a few doses of our new favourite tipple – Amaro Montenegro – Armonia served the goods.
But could this mistress of tasty delights also satisfy the taste buds of a desperate gal in need of fat to soak up the previous night’s toxins?
Saddling up to our favourite table, the boy and I stared vacant-eyed at the menu – the words were in English rather than the local dialect, but we were too hungry to make sense of the muddle.
And then it jumped out: the glorious lines advertising a perfect match for our weary heads.
Its contents: slices of bread dipped in egg and fried, layered with tomato, cheese, more egg and bacon.
Its name: Przenice.
Like zombies we waved to our favourite hostess and, unable to pronounce this beautiful bit of bready goodness, merely pointed and wiped our drool away.
An eternity later – or 10-minutes in non-hangover world – and we were presented with steaming cups of coffee and our prized possession.
The bread was soft and savoury; the cheese crispy and running. The egg danced its way through every layer – the tomato its zingy partner in crime.
A little slice of heaven in an already heavenly locale…and a definite cure for the Montengrin munchies.
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