For whatever reason I was feeling especially adventurous- maybe from roaming the streets aimlessly looking for an eatery, maybe from the jovial manner of the man I only assumed was Frankie himself. When presented with the menu, I decided to take what I perceived to be a huge gamble. The main fare available was a variety of burgers, and a variety of something called "Brambory". Someone once told me it's really important to have a homemade veggie-burger, instead of just a freezer patty, which is exactly what John got. I however, felt bold enough to experience the "Bohemian Brambory".
It came out looking like upchucked patty melt. It was a shredded potato, mushroom, zucchini, grilled onion, mozzarella scramble, topped with grilled shrimp and BBQ sauce. I had one of those "jesus christ I'm about to punch myself in the stomach with food" moments, took a breath, and dug in. It was heavenly. Amazing. The potatoes were slightly crisped and still firm without being greasy, all the veggies seemed fresh and cooked to that difficult-to-distinguish moment of cooking perfection; the mozzarella was a perfect addition. I'm not even a big shrimp girl, but this was exactly right. I can't believe how ugly and delicious it is.
As for the aftermath, there was hardly any- I was aware of a food coma, but one of satisfaction, not of over-indulgence. It wasn't at all greasy the way I was expecting it to be, and the portion was huge, giving me next-day-lunch enjoyment. Basically, I've been obsessing about it in my head, wondering when is the next time I'll get to eat it.
My advice, don't be a weanie, try the brambory, it's completely worth the initial shock.
Go Brambory or go home!
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