I’d never heard of borek before the Italian restaurant we stumbled into in Temple Bar on our last night. I was actually looking for a more Irish eatery, to try colcannon, but gave up in despair and hunger.
Yum, borek.
Michael and I both had the borek for an appetizer. I had a lovely (if, again, a bit over dressed) spinach salad.
Dressed with figs and sugared walnuts and feta.
Then we headed down the street to Botticelli’s . . . for icecream.
I don’t know why an Italian restaurant serves borek, which seems to be more eastern block and middle eastern . . . but I was having dinner in an Italian restaurant in the heart of Dublin . . . so I’m not really one to talk.