… now I’m an upscale, trendy restaurant with a cocktail bar, with a fashion lounge and spa/salon within spitting distance of Belgrade’s Silicon Valley (not to be confused with California’s Silicon Valley – this part of town got its name from the amount of silicon walking around on two legs). I’m the Supermarket Concept Store. I wrote a while back about Hungarians and their ability to make stuff from nothing – Serbians have taken that one step further. This is one, simply amazing place. Once a regular discount market, it now screams a litany of adjectives like ‘arty’ ‘trendy’, ‘on fashion’, ‘with it’. It has it all. A wide open space that is divided without walls or ropes into clearly defined areas that somehow all work together.
And the food…agh, the food, the food, the food. The salads include anything from rocket salad with smoked beef and truffle oil to stir-fried tiger prawns in spicy caramel with citrus bavaroise (and impressive as that sounds in English, try getting your tongue around the local rendition: gambori pripremljeni u voku sa pikantnim karamelomi i bavarskim kremom od citrusa!). For soups, what about fresh spinach and nettle soup with sour cream and lemon or thai chicken with coconut, lemon grass and cashew nuts. Main courses include everything from chicken, pork or beef to salmon, squid, or tuna.I made the mistake of thinking that anything off Fuze (fusion bites) menu would be snack size – not so. As for the sushi… and the desserts!
Then there’s the drinks. It nevers ceases to amaze me how so many places simplay cannot pull off a good cosmopolitan. At most, recently, I’ve been giving 5/10 or 6/10 but Višnjićeva 10 gets an 8.5/10. Not bad at all by my reckoning. But their Aperol spritz is off the charts – just how it should be.
You can have a ‘super start’ to your day from 9-1pm, a jazz brunch on Sundays from 1-5pm and happy hour every Friday from 5-7pm.
Wandering through the displays on my way back from the loo I chanced upon the find of the century. A little green frog in a jar. You pour some water on him and he turns into a little prince. And then he grows. What’s not to like about Belgrade eh?