9 There's Egg on my Pizza

After a long hike Dave and I picked up a set of cheese burgers at the park. The large outdoor grill looked like they were dealing a good American-style burger and the smell matched the look. Beefy tomatoes, crisp lettuce, we couldn't loose. Looks and smells can be deceiving. The burger was a welcome meal as our calorie burning bodies need more calories. However, the enormous buns drained the taste and it was a hard meal to finish … no substitute for In & Out.

As evening fell, we were ready for another meal (hard to believe) but not just a calorie counting meal, rather something different for our last meal at Plitvice Lakes, something beyond the pages of our tour guide books. We hopped in the car looking for dining adventure. During our outing, we found the Huck Finn Rafting company where the manager had no clue who Huck Finn was. We spotted a police team fishing for speeders, two cops leaning up against the squad car, one aiming the radar gun while the other carried a small stop sign that he would raise assuming the speeder saw it and pulled over. Interesting. And we came upon a diner that advertised FREE WiFi. It turned out to be a bar and the WiFi was broken. So we came up empty on adventurous food and returned to the familiar pizza joint across from our zimmer.

I spun the menu wheel and landed on a personal pan pizza that used the word egg in the description. Sure enough, the ham and cheese pizza was delivered to my table with a fried egg sunny-side up staring back at me … a one-eyed pizza. My civilized table mates were disgusted but I rather enjoyed it.