August 11th - 10:49pm
We rested and recovered after our very long walk around town (gelato was involved, the best we had in Croatia), and then went out for dinner in a fashionable part of town. It seemed like there were two restaurants, a steakhouse and a seafood place, at the same location, and we were given the steakhouse menu based on a quick read of our faces, maybe? It was a very opaque process. So, too, was the ordering. I ordered "veal nuts" and hoped I was getting baby cow testicles, or at least pecan-encrusted veal. Instead, it was just a cutlet, and salty at that. But it didn't really matter, because the foie gras appetizer had won me forever in the restaurant's favor.The waiter was charming in the way that so many Croatian waiters seemed to be charming: screwing something up, like ignoring us for 20 minutes or not having various things on the menu, but then appearing to be sincerely apologetic, utterly frank in their assessments and generally clever of wit. We never did find out why we weren't offered lobster, though.This golden Jesus statue (which reminds me of the golden roses from Vienna) was across from Zagreb's giant church.