Octipous salad.
The first one I tried was in a tiny balcony of the Konoba Menego in Hvar. Jasna lived in Toronto, I in Staffordshire. We where both sent to our grandmas for the summer. The difference between us and the other kids was the fact we actually respected times arranged to meet up and had our own grandmother not controled money. We invented a firend we where going to stay with on the island to comfort our grandmas and left with a bottle of tanning oil and a towel. We first of all did not get off at Hvar when the ferry stopped there and spent the 8 hour round trip to Korcula and back tanning and buring on the ship. Having walked a mile to find a beach, than showered there and hid our ruksacs in a bush, hungrey we hunted out dinner. It was our first time on Hvar. We isited the forstess aboe the city and on the stone steps leading to town ended up attracted by a man dressed as a pirate on to a balcony that could seat 3 tiny groups and offerent nothing freshley cooked but rather everything marinated. Octipus salad in mouth. Love at first squish of the teeth.
I can tell you all the best places on Hvar where you can consummate the octopus salad. I only need to know are you in to quanity or, tradition or experimental kitchen, elegance or konoba style? I have eaten it everywhere. On hvar it is the best. Becosue there are fresh octipi livng in the rocks and just becosue they know.
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