"so that we do not know the Dubrownik, our house so far; We were often too hospitable here and were always something between satisfied and very satisfied. Over the years, this has also shown some positive reports from me, which apparently disappeared together with photos in the GG data folder, for what reasons. Today, however, was rather a raven-black day, especially for us as guests, because in addition to the inferior benefits of kitchen and service came even more powerful baular out of the street; overall it would have been better if my shatz had cultivated his handy and canceled our visit today. we would have known what else would come.... with the kind greeting first from the waiter and later also from the chef georgi it actually worked as always, with the placement and handover of day card, normal card and wine card as well. my schatz as fwd ordered a big apple juice choir (0,4l eur 4,50). Since our last visit it was a bit, so I had to ask what white beer was to have. when I found out that it was a certain original, I waved and ordered a great pilgrim (0,4l eur 4,00). I would rather have asked for the order, because I got the Bitburger so unloved from me; I was afraid I had to get drunk from the rain. what would I have given for a freshly tapped Carlovacko or an ozujsko pivo? as who to eat I ordered a glass grasevina kutzjevo (0,2l eur 7.00 ; this fine wee was, together with the self-made fiercely sharp Ajvar, really the only thing that was here today. my wife ordered one of the three daily dishes, namely the fish of today, in autumn stone butter, in tomatensoße and with pommes frites; In addition, it should have been a day soup for her. Instead, she got a small salad plate. I had ordered as an appetizer the white bohnensuppe dalmatinian art with smoked spik cubes for eur 5,00 and as a main dish the Potpourri cellar with roast beef, bark liver, pljeskavica and two cevapcici ; as a supplement there is beside chopped raw lever and djuvet carpentry optional crooffites, pommal me woman at all Normally the king of the animals would now have carved quietly, sent his main dish back to the kitchen and asked for the first time to serve the soup. I also don't know what I'm riding, because in such cases I'm usually pretty determined and direct, although, as already mentioned, everything in a quiet ton. Today I have done so that everything was nothing of my business and near my plate. that something was not right, but must have already noticed georgi; he only rarely read to see us. the foods are only briefly described here, more they were not worth: the meat content of my plate was not so dry, but extremely dry. that was true for the two discs Rumpsteak, the two tranches and the three cevapcici. only the klops pljeskavica reads how juicy the parts should be. ach yes; almost I would have forgotten to mention: instead of the ordered bratkartoffeln I hadn't ordered any fries on the plate. I gave ajvar to the end of the kitchen, and so it was something edible; that it tasted, I cannot claim. that it is possible to get stone butt dry, I would not have thought; that the Dubrownik kitchen with my wife's stone butt gave the conquering proof, and it has explained to me that I must visit this locally without it in the future; for them the Dubrownik would have died. Well, my croate is at least for months, but also not for months; of course this is also reflected in the whole impression that has been experienced today; quite, but I still give two and a half stars; I can't give so much for dinner or for the service this time. Conclusion: whether the second step here in the place where ivica will become our new gastro, or whether I will give the Dubrownik another chance? I can't say it today. a sljivovica!"
