retiredmartin

October 2023. Sarajevo. Bosnia & Herzegovina.

Mrs RM had found us a modest hotel right in the heart of Baščaršija, Sarajevo’s old bazaar.

I hadn’t really imagined Bosnia’s capital looking like a mini-Istanbul, which is what you get when you don’t read your history.

A bit less frantic than a Turkish old town,

but just like Skopje you know you’re somewhere a bit different.

Obviously we were going to succumb to the sticky sweets,

but Turkish delight and baklava must follow craft beer, it’s the law.

All the (not many, if I’m honest) guides to Sarajevan beer said to visit the Board Room, literally in the lane beyond our room.

I think it also serves as Sarajevo’s only skate shop.

We didn’t warm to this, perhaps it was the tables that looked like gym equipment,

but more likely the efficient but disinterested service.

Because the beer (from 84) was very good*, if relatively pricey at £3 a bottle,

and you know how much Mrs RM likes her beer menu.

I prefer to guess what’s on, which meant I missed out on a draught beer that the next German visitor asked for. HE turned his nose up when I offered him the menu. Good man.

To be honest I’d have been happier with the £1.20 pints at the steak house, but I know the Americans read this for the craft.

But to be honest, when in Istanbul, drink coffee, eat sticky pastries…

*If you want descriptions look them up on Untappd yourself.