Most of the time, I try to eat pretty healthy — vegetables every day, low-fat everything, avoiding white carbs (most of the time…), etc etc. When we were in Prague, though, any semblance of a nutritious diet was left way back in Philadelphia, and we shamelessly indulged in the Czech Republic’s rich, comfort food-y, heavy cuisine.
We loved every. second. of. it.
As we strolled the streets, restaurant after restaurant claimed to serve the ~best~ beef goulash in allllll of Prague. James is a vegetarian, but I’m sure as hell not, and after days of passing endless “award-winning” goulash-serving eateries, I knew I couldn’t leave this city without tasting it for myself.
So I tried it. And the verdict is in.
Let it be known: eating beef goulash — smothered in gravy and onions and served with moist, decadent potato dumplings — while sitting in an outdoor restaurant on the street, people-watching and chatting about life with your best friend, taking in the setting golden sun on the unmatchable beauty that is Prague’s architecture… is an experience that everyone should have at least once in their life. To put the deliciousness of this meal into perspective, I think I would give up Thanksgiving dinner in exchange for a plate of beef goulash and dumplings. It’s been FIVE months since I consumed that plate pictured above, and I just realized I’m salivating as I type this.
After the goulash, James & I split this strudel-y dessert and ice cream. (I KNOW.)
One day for lunch I order fried cheese and french fries. I was so perplexed when I saw it on the menu that I asked the waiter what it was like. He seemed confused.
“The cheese. It is fried,” he said plainly, as if I was an idiot and like it’s something he throws together for dinner every night. Maybe he does. I don’t know. I’m still confused about this one, but it was nonetheless DELICIOUS. Just like a big, fattening triangular mozzarella stick!
This wasn’t particularly indulgent, but I was so amused that they pickles were served with breakfast. I was not so happy to find that this cost the equivalent of about $20 — that’s what you get for choosing a restaurant on Wenceslas Square, I suppose. Rookie move.
Pretty much every meal was ended with a beer — to not have done so would most definitely have been a crime against the Czech culture.
Have you eaten your way through Prague?
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