
Unless you're a tuck-your-napkin-into-your-top meat and potatoes kind of person, you might be a bit alienated by their menus (pork knee anyone?).
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Pork knee - it's a real thing! |
The crux of this post is that we did have a lull in our culinary drought. In the Kampa area, our favourite part of the city, we discovered Cafe Savoy. Very French and very expensive but the patisserie counter sucked us in (plus, the chefs looked like the master chocolatiers from those Lindt ads).


I went for a journey back to childhood. One of my favourite cakes growing up was a slice of chocolate swiss roll from Food For Thought deli in Totnes (god that sounds posh). Instead of the fluffy icing sugared cream, the Prague version had a chocolate cream filling with a banana running through the middle. Despite this - err... interesting recipe, my wedge of cake really was beautiful. It felt like my birthday all over again.
In conclusion - journeying to Prague? Don't miss Cafe Savoy. Oh, and pack a bag of apples.
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