He drove to Barbariga again, stopped in Bale on the way to pay the bills, cleaned the apartment again and I was hungry again. I drive to the nearby village of Betiga and to the tavern of the same name. The equipment is from the 80s, the painting is a bit bizarre, the tablecloths are not exactly fresh. I sit down at the table in the breeze because it’s hellishly hot outside. Again, a classic offer for such a restaurant, pasta, grill, fish and seafood. They also offer daily lunches.
A younger waiter served me, probably part of the family. At his suggestion, I order lunch with soup and pasta with beef ragout and a side salad. You can’t order without Ožujski beer. The chicken soup pleasantly surprises me, it looks homemade with chunks of meat, carrots, and noodles. The only minus was that it was too hot outside for hot soup. The pasta is fuži and the beef sauce feels a bit artificial. The salad was a canteen classic with shredded cabbage and a couple of tomato slices, along with sunflower oil and wine vinegar. I asked for spicy and I got Tabasco. The waiter at the next table is being teased about the wrong order. All in all, I paid a bit over 10 €.
So if you know what to expect, this could be the right choice. They also brought good pieces of fish for the neighboring tables. When in Barbariga and don’t want to move too far, you can satisfy your hunger here.
From there I drove past Pazin and Reka to Kostel, where I sat with Rado and his friends from Styria.