Marina Grosseto Ristorante

After a long, cold, rainy day spent exploring the flooding- but still beautiful- streets of Prague, we cleaned ourselves up and met up with friends for dinner at a fun ristorante on the river.

Marina Grosseto Ristorante was lovely. It was one of the more upscale restaurants we ate at during our trip. Located right on the river, the Marina Grosseto provides a stunning view of the castle on the hill just across. The menu has such a wide variety of options, I think our whole table was torn on what to order- everything sounded amazing. I ordered spinach lobster ravioli, or something of that nature. It was fantastic. Everyone’s food looked fantastic. It was one of those times where you want to sneak your fork across to each person’s plate and try all the dishes. I didn’t, but I thought about it.  Marina Grosseto Ristorante may not be ideal if you are in search of traditional Czech cuisine and the atmosphere that would go along with it. However, if you want something that is somewhat elegant, where you are not worried about any misunderstandings with the menu, and above all, a place to enjoy top of the line cuisine, this is a great place to go.

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Crepino Stand

The streets of Prague. The very rainy streets of Prague (so rainy that they day we left, the city was enduring lots of flooding & everyone was stuck there- no trains, planes, etc. We made it out just in time).

I do not have much to say about my crepe stand experience other than that it was great. A little touristy, in my opinion, however I am an advocate of the crepe so I gave in. I got a crepe filled with blueberry preserves, or something of the sort. The lady pours the crepe batter freshly in front of you. You watch her make the it. And voila. A delicious crepe that not even the rain could ruin.


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The Trdelnik Stand

It rained the whole. entire. time. we were in Prague. And yet, I loved the place. Probably because of the marvel that is the Trdelnik (pronounced – tur del knee k ). This beauty was my lunch one day. I ordered it with Nutella (duh), and watched the nice Czech woman slice a hunk of sweet, crispy dough off of the stick upon which it had been roasting. She rolled it in sugar and cinnamon, then lathered the hollow inside with Nutella. I just stood there & I drooled. No one noticed, thanks to the rain.
I’m legitimately melting as I write this. 

She handed the sacred trdelnik to me on a napkin. It felt deliciously warm in my frozen, wet hands. As the rain continued, I stare at my lunch in awe- how does one approach eating a trdelnik? So, like a barbarian, I pulled off a strip of the warm sugar textured dough, letting the silky nutella drip down my hands and wrist as I placed the piece in my mouth. As if I cared- I’d let the rain deal with the mess I made of myself.



Trdelnik stand!
Prage, Czech Republic
City centre-ish