-Are you sure, you wanna go there? The area isn’t beautiful.

-We’re looking for the food, not for the area!

“Not beautiful!” Ha-ha. You haven’t been to Medvedkovo, baby!

Honestly, I have to admit that the glass pizzeria with infernal crowd at the entrance (which sang along “The Griby” coming from our red cabrio) wasn’t getting us into the mood for dinner.

— Seafood?

We were stubbing pictures from the phone into their faces.

They smiled at us and nodded, but we couldn’t believe it. The menu was in Italian and our modest knowledge wouldn’t let us distinguish more than “con Frutti di Mare”. But no way we could correlate the most expensive dish here — €15 with the seafood. It was impossible.

GUYS, 16, SIXTEEN.

A Euro more, €16, for a plate of grillato. €14 – fritto. €12 – half lobster with tomato paste.

The food was frozen. Scampi. Cuttlefish. Shrimps. And even bitchy porcini! With gamberini for €7.

Fuck the prices. It seems to me we’re not poor.

Everything’s well prepared and it is indeed delicious!

Fucking, delicious!

And check out the neighborhood spécialité: calcione. Under the pan, there’s literally a full pot of tomato soup with shrimps/mussels/angler and even with a couple of scami (€12).

It was awesome to see old ladies and children around. Some very understandable people who share pasta/pizza. They open crabs with their hands because they can easily afford it.

At the age of 65 and more, retired and on usual pension.