Legit Mexican?

Well no. This is Serbia after all. However, we've found a new place (Nachos) that is actually pretty darn close. Much closer than our previous restaurant. This is also Connor's last week before leaving for boarding school, so I took him to lunch. Danielle was also there. Her participation was kind of sad though. I invited her without realizing that she was fasting. She accepted the invitation and ended up having to watch us eat. She did enjoy some sort of smoothie/shake thing though. So I guess it all works out. We also got to laugh with our waiter who spoke to us in a different language every time he came to our table. We never knew if it was going to be English or Serbian. All in all, a great experience. Very Serb too. It was not far from the location of the car bombing earlier in the summer. (Which should tell you who frequents this neighborhood.) There were also three restaurants side by side. All of them obviously owned by the same person, just themed differently. There were also a lot of tourists. Including a couple wearing a Michigan shirt and a Texas Tech shirt. I hope they weren't expecting actual Mexican. The place isn't far from quite a few hostels, so there were a lot of internationals.

Those Chicken Fajitas look pretty great right? They were basically. They did this weird thing were they cut all of my tortillas in half though. The guacamole was more of a mix of avocado and sour cream, still good. The salsa was better on things instead of as a dip. That other little bowl is a tiny bit of beans. Thats Danielle's shake thing in the background.

Connor had an enchilada. That was how his plate came, with a tiny garnish of beans. No rice in sight.

We were excited anyway.