Oriental Tortilla—Neither Oriental nor a Tortilla

It was more like lasagna. I’d like to think the waiter made a mistake, but I think my Oriental Tortilla was made to come with cheese and tomatoes, two decidedly non-Oriental ingredients.

But, before I go on, let me apologize for not being able to write sooner. This won’t even be posted on the day it’s written because I am writing it on Word, with hope it will be transferred eventually to the blog. There are many reasons for my absence, one of the most important being that my father was here for a short while. I’m back now, even if some posts might be postdated.

Two days ago, I officially moved to Sarajevo. I technically live here since September since I paid rent for that month, but I kinda liked it in Olovo more (sorry, sis).

Even now I’m a little bored since school, which I originally thought was going to begin yesterday, begins on Monday. However, I’m staying until tomorrow when I will go to Olovo again for the weekend.

So, what does that have to do with tortillas, oriental or not?

Today, dying of boredom, I decided to take a walk to meet my roomie who works in a hostel in Bascarsija. Along the way is a restaurant called Metropolis, the only place in Bosnia that I know which serves actual salads, like, Western salads. I had always wanted to eat there but Sajo and I could never find a chance, so I decided to ask Emina if she’d go with me there so I could eat on our return. And so we did.

The menu was incredible. There were things on it (some of them rather badly misspelled: Cop Salad, Cheesy Salad) that I haven’t seen in months. I originally wanted to get a Spanish tortilla which sounded a lot like my old friend burrito, but on glancing the word soy (as in soy sauce, tofu) I was tickled and persuaded to go Oriental, and with the addition of green tea I expected a full blown tofu party. But the waiter brought me something in a casserole dish looking and smelling like lasagna. I was too hungry to question my meal and the bill her brought actually said Oriental Tortilla, so I went along with it. It wasn’t so bad, except for the cheese since Bosnians use anything but mozzarella to top their various borrowed dishes.

I’d still go back, at least to test my theory on whether or not I got the wrong meal.