Nearly four months since my last post. I expect you’d rather given up. And not just given up on this blog, but probably life, happiness, the love of a good woman or a dirty man. Who wouldn’t forgive you? Well me. You unfaithful, godless curs. You may send me used tramp underwear or tasteful selfies to make it up to me c/o Ms Jeremy Hunt 2 Royal Parade, Tilford Road, Hindhead, Surrey.
Been to Sofia ever so briefly for an overnight so managed to hit up a single restaurant downtown for some traditional Bulgarian cooking. Checkpoint Charly (http://www.checkpointcharlybg.com/) … wait what? What kind of a way is that to spell Charlie? No kind of way, that’s the way. Anyway, Checkpoint “Charly” is downtown and boasts Bulgarian cuisine. The outside section was in charming, rundown courtyard that put me in mind of Mediterranean estate and times past like when I summered on the Amalfi Coast with Gian-Luigi, a trip only slightly blemished by my suffering from a short bout of narcolepsy whenever we had a drink.
So the mistake I made was that I forgot the Golden Rule of the Balkans which is ALWAYS ORDER THE MIXED GRILL. I had some kind of involuntary compulsion to eat healthily and ordered the chuffing trout. Bulgaria is landlocked (apart from the coastal region) so I choose poorly. I really should have ordered the pork, like my dining companion, KC Hooker. The same idiocy also reared its head for starters when I ordered the magnificently named Tarama Chaviar (who I believe is one of Jordan’s offspring). I should’ve made the connection that this was simply Bulgarian taramasalata. Neither the starter or trout were that bad, but the pork looked more appetising and the Banitsa, a cheese filled pastry, looked amazing. I can’t believe I was taken in by one of Jordan’s children again.
Approx £50 for 2 with drinks. I’d go back again, but would order more wisely.
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