Zagreb = Pizza Mecca?

It seems unlikely, but there you go. We set out rather early this morning, catching the first train from Ljubljana to Zagreb in Croatia.


We decided that the most comfortable and comforting spot would be in the dining car. Breakfast of champions ensued, lager, coffee, and potato chips. The conductor was a chatty sort. We tried to buy him a drink, but he insisted that beer was bad for his head. The tumbler full of vodka, on the other hand...


The chef. Don't mess with the chef.


Familiar, Hapsburg styled city.


Zagreb fruit and veg market. Kind of a drizzly morning, so we took it easy, had a coffee, watched the people.


Huh... Tesla was here.


Trg Bana Jelacica - the main square.


Another member of IRAW (Indian Restaurants Around the World). G. refused to eat here unless puff pastry was involved. It wasn't. We moved on. Good thing, too.


Because this pizzeria was open.


And because, this pizza was enough to bring G. to his knees. A pizza to make a grown man weep. I know I'm going to be hearing about this pizza for days... months.... possibly longer...