Homemade production

Wandering aimlessly around Žižkov, Darjan and I found an intriguing "restaurant". Consisting of a railway coach and a few crude benches, it's proudly named Vagon (with a show-off Orient Express sign included). Masterfully hidden between a parking lot for trucks and a gas station, it wasn't the prettiest sight, but it seemed interesting enough for us to have a closer look. Not expecting much (except for perhaps a slightly cheaper beer), our hearts melted at the sight of the menu and it's most important feature, the naturalized Slovenian dish, the one and only, the awesome čevapčiči. Having eaten just before, we concluded that checking out just how Czech Czech čevapčiči really are is in order.

By Saturday we were all pretty excited. Alja and Breda were in Brno, but the rest of us were determined to try the exquisite yugoslavian cusine as soon as possible. Together with Pauline, the French girl from the second floor, we set our way towards the Želivského metro station. Once there, we realised there was a beautiful day outside, so we decided to go for a short walk before the meal - for better appetite.

Alas, the Czech failed us again. At 4 PM, the Vagon was still closed (which is an hour later than the opening hours note in front stated). We, the Slovenians, could hardly hide our dissapointment, and Pauline didn't really know what she was missing anyhow. We later went to another restaurant nearby, but the decision to make our own čevapčiči was made there, on the spot. The following night Pauline was hosting an international dinner, so this was an excellent excuse to try out the electric grill I brought from home. The first step was the shop, where me and Darjan bought everything we needed - grinded meat, garlic, salt and cumin*. Too late I realised the mistake we made, as čevapčiči with cumin is just not done; we had to wait for Breda to bring us some pepper. If anyone in Hostivař needs any cumin, by the way, we still have it.

After we finally got everything we needed, the preparation for what was to become the greatest meal we had in Hostivař so far, begun. It was an evening, filled with hilarious situations and laughing. Luckily, Katja was around with her camera. Thus, a small part of the event was documented. So without further ado, here are some photos and a video.