Czech Food

This is a tricky post to write as I do not want to offend any readers. So I will try to be factual rather than evaluative.

The first thing that comes to mind is sausages. These are fat and long and sold on every street corner in Prague from about 6am till very late. I believe that there are many varieties.

The second thing is potatoes  - in every form imaginable and some not. These are often in the form of Dumplings Potato and ???

The third is meat - pork chicken beef and a little fish. These are often fairly lean and in smallish pieces.

The fourth is schnitzel. All meat is capable of being schnitzed. Most meals come with some form of gravy. We ordered several different ones and couldn't tell the difference.

Coffee is everywhere but skim milk is non existent even in Starbucks (a world first). In hotels there are tea and coffee facilities but no tea or coffee. Breakfast usually offers granola with chocolate chips added as the muesli equivalent. There are always nice cheeses and salamis and a nice rye bread There is often plenty of fruit and nice yogurts.

The picture shows wine (red of course) but in fact this is a white wine area and there is also a new local beer in every village. PS No chilli cumin or coriander to be found.

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  1. Crazy Vics9 May 2018 at 05:15

    Well the red wine seems to suit your complexion Clare ...you are looking very well on it!
    The Antarctic blast has just hit southern Victoria and the first Woodfire of the season has been lit......Brrr! So you just enjoy yourselves.....

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