M. and I went to Queens today. It was only our second time in that part of New York City.
The first time was on New Year's night, when we met our dear, old friends in an apartment for a small but exclusive party. Four of us, at some point, were looking for this Bosnian place called Sarajevo, but in vain. It seemed that we had the wrong address. We settled for Egyptian seafood. Not quite the same thing.
So this time, when we decided to go to Queens for Serbian food shopping at the Euromarket, burek in Sarajevo cevabdzinica, and exchanging some essential house stuff at Target, M. looked up the restaurant's address again.
And we looked for it. Again. And we passed the same streets, the same industrial, storage area, areas that Matt said looked like from Law and Order, and still haven't found Sarajevo. It's a ghost restaurant.
When we came home, M. called them.
The address online is 34 st. It's actually on 34th. Avenue. Not quite the same thing.
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