By the way, last weekend we went to the Europa restaurant in City Center, only to discover it had closed. So I never did get to visit it. We had to go to “Taller”.
Don’t be put off by the terrifying website—the place itself isn’t bad, a funny blend of the eighties and the Middle Ages. The food is decent enough—I had a salmon steak and seafood soup. Taller’s desserts, on the other hand, are bad—whipped cream from a can, sundae-style ice cream and fruit—no imagination, and they don’t taste all that great either. The prices aren’t exactly friendly—a steak is 5 lats and a side dish 1 lat, if I’m not mistaken. Add soup, dessert and the 10% tip I always leave, and it comes to ten lats, if not more. (That’s $20).
After Taller, as always, we trudged off to our beloved Vesma to drink tea and look at the fish. The punk and anarchist’s mug cracked all by itself from the hot tea, and he got properly freaked out. I told him, “Don’t panic, it’s all good,” went over to the counter and asked for a new mug. They brought one, apologised and offered to add some more water to the teapot. Europe, after all.
Actually, the mugs/teapots there are interesting, as I’ve written before. The other day Karina and her husband Dan visited my parents, and he said that Café Leo has mugs like that too, and he liked them—he’d never seen anything like them before. Neither had I, which is why I write about them so much. By the way, his Italian pronunciation of pelmeni made it so hard to understand that I barely worked out what he meant—“pilmini.” But overall we had a nice chat; I promised to download the TV series NCIS for him.
By the way, with some difficulty, I finally found online that the aforementioned mug-teapot is sometimes called a tea for one.
