|Where's the show?|
With only stereotypes of Eastern Europe and outdated geography in my mind, I had very little idea of what to expect. I pictured grey. I pictured cold. I pictured stern faces, and I pictured Yugoslavia still being a thing. Sure, there are still plenty of grey buildings and a few grey faces, but Serbia has been filled with many pleasant surprises. They can't fit in just one Hen article, so I'll start with a truly local experience: the hospitality at McDonald's.
I like to try the local cuisine when visiting new places, so my first meal in Serbia was not at McDonald's - it was at KF... it was at a local fast food establishment. Before you start judging, I've had many proper meals here. But there always comes a time anywhere in the world where we give in to the golden arches and its cheap, fast, easy food that doesn't have too many surprises. And nothing funny happened at the nice, local establishments, other than petting a stray cat.
"I'm sorry!" She said, our of breath from her sprint, "I'm sorry. Not yours! It has no, um, green things."
"Oh, Pickles?" I asked.
|I said, "No onions!"|
I imagined how that would have gone in the U.S., home of the golden arches. Even with all of us speaking the native McDonald's language, there's a good chance my sandwich would've been loaded with onions. And no one would ever fly over the counter if it was. At home, I'd be happy if someone reluctantly fixed my order, with a slight eye roll and no urgency. Five minutes later, I may have the right sandwich. But put that situation in an American food court and I'd barely expect barbecue sauce.
Sometimes we need to look to an unexpected place for an example or inspiration. Sometimes that place is Serbia. Take note, Ronald.
Keep reading! I've been to other interesting places, like Israel.