Pečenjara Velebit
We were going to the summer house much later than I desired and ran into some issues with one of the tires as it was giving us a warning that it was almost flat. We pulled off just as the warning sound came on right at the first gas station; we could not figure out how to pump the air into the tires; and finally got someone to come over to help who could not figure out how to use the pump, so we lost air out of the tire.
Now with the warning light saying stop, we ran on the side road on the freeway, searching on the GPS for a gas station to get air. We went to two more and none of the air stations worked. It was getting increasingly frustrating, shouting at each other as if it was someone’s fault, as we worried we would get stuck and it is not easy to get road service in Serbia.
Finally, at the last gas station, the compressor worked and the attendant knew how to operate it, and voila, our tire was filled. However, it was late in the day; we had some tasks in the village to complete and knew that was useless, so we decided to find lunch and a few drinks.
I looked on the GPS and the highest rated place was not far on the main highway; though that area was a dump, nothing anything, no patio as it was on the main boulevard. Yet it seemed to remind us of another place that was most likely on that road, so we stopped.
Just a few people were there, a couple of police, a group of guys drinking wine, people here and there; you felt like they came there often.
They only have two main courses — lamb or pig from the spit. Some salads and peppers and of course drinks. I have to say it was about as good of spit meat as you can find. It is only better if you get it when it comes off the spit and the fat right under the skin is so melted, like butter. It was two hours old, so it was still fresh, and the skin was the perfect crispiness, not too hard.
While it is on Belgrade’s outskirts, I highly recommend it for spit meat. Other places are easier to get to, but this one may be the best.