Oliver Sotra
I was born in London, England and raised there until finishing my Masters Degree in Politcal Science at City University. I can wipe my ass with my degree in Classical Literature from UCL, plus that place sucked. I lived in Greece as a shipbroker (corporate slave) where I worked nights in Varoulko, a 2* Michelin restaurant in Athens. This was all while I still lived in the Matrix, before the Serbian Morpheus showed me the real world and I moved to Belgrade to complain about the food. Follow me on Instagram l0liver.
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- In with the New Balkan Cuisine
In with the New Balkan Cuisine
Who in Serbia would tolerate a fucking sorbet?? Bring me some SOUP.
- British Refugee
British Refugee
One of my many failings is a crippling honesty; not a typical Serbian trait I'll admit. I'm working on it with tireless vigour.
- Belgrade burgers
Belgrade burgers
The Belgrade roštilj meat delivery sources are a complete mystery, conspiracy even.
- Nikola Tesla – Genius or Baker?
Nikola Tesla – Genius or Baker?
As with most things in this country, there is heavy dose of nostalgia with the setup.
- Svaki moj nastup je protkan improvizacijom
Svaki moj nastup je protkan improvizacijom
Nadežda Popovskaja o sreći, ljubavi, harmoniji i radosti.
- Hindsight is 20/44
Hindsight is 20/44
The majority of Belgrade's alternative crowd are a picky bunch. Haters by nature the Serbian Hipster will automatically assume the Japanese approach to justice: guilty until proven innocent. It's SHIT, until it proves otherwise.
- How I Became a Homa-sexual
How I Became a Homa-sexual
Homa is Kobe Bryant playing basketball with a bunch of English high school badminton losers.
- Coffee Hypsteria
Coffee Hypsteria
Serbian attitudes to coffee are like English attitudes to alcohol... the English don't savour their drinks... they down them as fast as possible, drinking to get drunk.
- An Englishman in Belgrade – Madera
An Englishman in Belgrade – Madera
People have told me, you don't go to Madera for the food, you go for the atmosphere. And what atmosphere might that be, fear? Microphones in the flower pots?
- An Englishman in Belgrade 1
An Englishman in Belgrade 1
Spicy food is almost like homosexuality here in Belgrade. It seems like it's everywhere, but people still claim to hate it.
