Bar a vin / Wine bar.

Comme la nuit etait jeune et qu'il fallait qu'on digere notre N°5, on se dénicha un bar a vins en centre ville, a la suggestion d'Oum Felix, ou notre heros dansa en célébration de son succès auprès de Luna, un peu plus tot dans la soirée.

Because the night was still young when we got out of Keops, plus Oum asked for some wine to help process the N°5, we hit a very nice wine bar downtown, where Elvis shook much booty on the lounge jazz ambience, to celebrate his scoring with Luna a moment earlier.

N°5

…de Keops.

Impossible de rendre en mots cette spécialité du cru, mais pour vous donner une vague idee: environ 750g de jambon, fromage fondu, bechamel, le tout roulé serré dans une crêpe, nappe de mayo/sauce tartare.

Ou l'on comprend pourquoi les Serbes nous font passer pour des nains: ceux qui ne sont pas construits pour resister a ce genre de traitement meurent probablement d'accident cardio-vasculaire avant d'attendre l'age de se reproduire.

Photo de groupe avant le premier service, quand on ne savait pas encore a quoi s'attendre.

Suivi d'Elvis soupirant auprès de Luna, la fille de Vlajko (on vous rassure, il a eu un bisou a la fin).

…by Keops.

The words are failing me to describe that first diner with the 4S gang, but I'll give it a shot because the N°5 'pancake' deserves it.

Imagine, if you will, one and half a pound of ham, melted cheese, bechamel, rolled tight into a french style crêpe, resting on a bed of mayo and generously spread with the local equivalent of a tartare sauce. And that would be the first course.

Makes much easier to understand why Serbs make us frogs look like midgets, really: one must assume those who aren't built to take that kind of delicacy on a regular basis will perish before they reach breeding age.

Above: a group shot right before the first course, when we were still blissfully ignorant of what was to come ; followed by a good one of Elvis pining for Vlajko's elder daughter, Luna.

Don't worry, he managed to score a kiss before the evening was over.