Cecile and I were looking for a culinary adventure the other night and saw a notice for Kralj Zara BBQ Restaurant just off Kongresni Trg in old Ljubljana. Coming from an area where arguments about the nuances of Kansas City versus St. Louis versus Memphis barbecue can go on forever, we just had to give it a try.

Our waiter was a pro – honestly friendly, gracious with our lack of local knowledge and ever-ready to make our meal more pleasant. And like all Slovenian wait staff, he wasn't angling for a tip.
Barbecue here is much like what the competitive barbecue teams prepare in Missouri. It’s house-smoked meats that need no sauce. We had a platter of baby ribs, baby pork leg, and brisket with incredible pickled apple slices. On the side we had coleslaw (of course!) and truffle French fries. Washed down with German lager.
It was a meat-lover’s heaven. I told Cecile she could just leave me at the table for a few days. I could hang around until it was time to go back for a mess of Buckingham’s finest.
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