With little fanfare I crossed the border into the Czech Republic today. Stopped a took a photo. I’ll load that later. The once overbearing border crossing was abandoned. Remember, this used to be under the control of communist Russia. No longer. Apparently capitalism is thriving. As I cross the border I immediately saw casinos and brothels everywhere. Tonight I’m lounging in a four star hotel right next door to the Czech parliament, in the old section of Prague. But that’s not what my blog is tonight. Czech food! Interesting? Yes. Tasty? Some of it. For lunch I stopped by a medieval tavern that had been in the same location since the 1400’s and in the same general area under the same name for 700 years. Not bad I’m thinking. They’re still in business under after all this time so the food must be good. It was! I had a sausage and some dark beer said to be the recipe from King Arthur that made everyone who drank it amorous. It didn’t, but my wife wasn’t here anyway. So I had another just in case. It still didn’t work. So much for that legend.
Feeling lucky later in the evening I decided to try some more local fare and spotted a crowded tavern that had a 700 year old cellar. I’m thinking that was cool so I sat down and ordered an appetizer of local cheese platter, another pint of the famous “amorous” ale, ( hey you never know. Three could be the charm), and a dinner plate of pork tenderloin stuffed with plum, and potato…”e” if you’re Dan Quail, dumplings. All sounds good right? The pork was great, so was the dumplings with the plum sauce on it, at least the table next to me said so. Oh! While waiting I had a shot of ice cold vodka, just to fit in. The waitress sat the shot glass down and I picked it up to take a sip and put it back on the table and immediately spilled the glass. Not to worry my waitress was quick to offer my an alternative free or charge. Becherovka; a local drink that makes Jaegermeister taste like cool aide, made will over 100 herbs. Some secret recipe. I just put it down a let it sit. Mom never made me drink medicine that tasted that bad.
So the cheese plate arrives and I notice a distinct smell of familiar cheese, and something else I wasn’t too sure about. Hey I’m in Prague, I’ll just give everything a try. As you read this, if you take a real good sniff, you’d smell it all the way in America. It’s not Limburger either. So I take a bite. The smell is so strong now I’m thinking I need to wash my clothes to remove the smell and my mouth to get that awful taste out………hey! Becherovka. I think it means medicine to kill elephants. Down the hatch, after swishing it around to wash the taste and smell of whatever stinky cheese from that ….now I’m beginning to understand….seven hundred year old cellar. I promise pictures, really, did they find something in the depths of that cellar and decide to sell it to unwary tourists? My God, it was terrible, and now I have a taste of one hundred herbs I haven’t a clue of which, in my mouth. Prague isn’t going as well as I had expected.
So…the pork arrives along with potato dumplings and another King Arthur amorous beer, (you never know, four could be the ticket), but I have absolutely no idea how the food tasted since my taste buds and most likely nose hairs have been singed off by whatever ingredients they put into that concoction. I ate in silence without a single complaint to the waitress.