What I’m Eating Around the World Series: Croatia

| February 27, 2015

As I wander Europe, I enjoy tasting new things–admittedly often forgetting to take pictures or write about them. Occasionally I do remember to take photos, some of which I will share here. Don’t expect the descriptions to be professional–I’m not a foodie. Some of the foods I eat are more familiar to Americans; others are regional dishes. Some, I could eat every day; some, I would barf if I ever saw them again. Up Today: Croatia


Croatia was the first place I’ve encountered a mayo-based peas & carrots mix, let alone at breakfast.

Surprisingly tasty!

Surprisingly tasty!  But then, I would probably eat a pencil if it were covered in mayo.

Zinfandel’s, at the Esplanade in Zagreb, had an excellent-tasting breakfast buffet that I thoroughly enjoyed scarfing down.

croissants, pastries, breakfast buffet

Especially this part of it.



One of the best dishes I ate on our road trip through Croatia was at Mikina Klet in Zagreb.  It was a baked dish similar to manicotti, if the manicotti were crepes and they’d fallen into a giant vat of cheese, been scooped out, and served in a smaller vat of cheese. It looked so good that I could not wait to take a bite. I should have waited to take a bite.  The cheese was nearly boiling; I burnt my tongue and the top of my mouth, and it hurt for two days.

cheese pasta

I would totally burn my tongue on this again.

Also at Mikina Klet, my daughter ordered a local sausage with which we were unfamiliar.  What was it called?  Yeah, I forget. My daughter did not like it, but my husband did. I tasted it and it was a bit weird and spicy for me. I would not taste it again.

croatian sausage food

But the fries were good.

My husband had some skewers of chicken, which he ate along with the sausage my daughter would not eat. I don’t know what the chicken tasted like because I was busy burning my tongue on my own food.

chicken on skewers

They look fine, so long as they don’t touch whatever that blob was.

Yep, we ate hamburgers. The burgers from Caffe bar Plum, just outside of Plitvice Lakes National Park, were giant! They weren’t the best burgers of our lives and the buns could have used some superglue to hold them together, but we did not leave disappointed.  I would’ve preferred crispier bacon, but alas, the entire non-American world seems to think that bacon should have the consistency of a flip-flop.

Special sauce.

Now I want a hamburger.

One day, we were looking to feed our child something familiar for lunch. There was slim pickins’ at the restaurant, so we chose a club sandwich. She ate three or four during the trip. They weren’t quite like the club sandwich to which we are accustomed—the dressing was different enough to be weird, so we found ourselves scraping it off at some restaurants.  But overall, they did not suck.

club sandwich, plitvice lakes national park

Club sandwiches are way too big for a 7-year-old’s mouth, but my kid is a real trouper.  I’m so proud.



You know what’s delicious? Anything fried and covered in sugar. That’s why I love funnel cakes. In Zagreb, we came across these little fried balls, which we chose to have sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. I could have eaten 200 of them.

fried balls, croatian desserts

Had my husband not been there, 200 is exactly how many I would have eaten.

These candy bars were not delicious. I bought them because the kids reminded me of twins I nannied when I was young.

baby boy and girl pictures on candy bars

Notice they’re not actually tasting the chocolate in their photos. Just sayin’.

Waffles are all over Europe. They are delicious, and covered with all kinds of toppings–chocolate, fruit sauces, whipped cream, pure heaven.  Giant waffle signs entice from outside the restaurants. I lost a picture of some waffles I scarfed down in Germany (I probably ate it).

girl with waffle, giant waffle, waffle statue

Zagreb, Croatia

I’m a fan of baklava. Like, a huge fan. When I first ate Egyptian baklava in Cairo, I was sneaking it into our hotel room and hiding it. I could not believe the size of this baklava in Croatia. It was the size of an actual Egyptian.

croatian dessert food

I didn’t know if I should eat it or sleep on it.

To review: If I were back in Croatia looking for something to eat, I would start the day with peas and carrots, as well as pastries; I’d have the manicotti-esque crepe dish for lunch; and I would walk around eating the fried balls.  Probably enough to get me through dinner.

Where will I be eating next?  Check out my upcoming travel plans!  This is the first in the “What I’m Eating Around the World” series.  Future posts will include Austria, the Czech Republic, France, Germany, Hungary, Italy, Liechtenstein, the Netherlands, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Switzerland, the UK–and who knows where else!  



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Kari Martindale is a writer and ESL instructor. She’s visited all 50 states and 37 countries, including many of the big cities of Europe and a ton of Christmas Markets. She spends her days straddling the fence between a sense of adventure and a sense of dread. She is married to what is clearly a patient man and has a daughter who, frustratingly, is just like her. Her academic and professional backgrounds are in linguistics and foreign languages. When she's not teaching ESL, she's writing. When she's not writing, she's thinking about her next trip.

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