Jure Klemenc
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Oh, Taberna Doña Casta. What a culinary journey that was—straight into the depths of regret.
Let’s start with the croquetas. They were… fine? If you’re into fried mystery goo that vaguely resembles food, you might even call them “okay-ish.” I guess they were the warm-up act for what came next: Huevos Rotos con Gulas, a dish that will haunt my taste buds forever.
Imagine half-cooked potatoes, somehow both soggy and underdone at the same time, generously salted to the point of culinary assault. Then drown them in enough oil to make OPEC jealous. Finally, crown this masterpiece with some unidentifiable, rubberized “gulas” that probably fell off the assembly line at a plastic factory. Voilà! Bon appétit.
But credit where it’s due—the beer was good. Then again, it would have to be, because you’ll need several pints to wash down the taste of regret.
So yes, if you’re looking for a place where edible rubber meets greasy chaos, Doña Casta is your spot. Just… maybe eat beforehand.
