I drove by this place dozens of times thinking it was a coffee house/place until enlightened otherwise by Charles Perry. Dinner last night on a summer night gave an immediate dash of being in another place - the outside patio was full of men speaking something other than English and all of whom were smoking - it was a true European scene. We ate inside in the charming room enlivened by a good sound system wailing sad Bosnian love songs (I think thats what they were) but that made it very atmospheric. The food: Partner had mixed salad, very good, plus steak and vegetables, steak was chewy but vegetables excellent, zuccini, peppers+. I had the Cepavci (sp) which is the little cylinders of ground meat - six in all for the small portion dumped in a piece of homemade flat bread with chopped onions and that divine Greek/Bosnian yoghurt which is like Devon cream only Bosnian cream really tasty. Had a kefir to drink and a baklava (very so so) for dessert. Food was OK but the feeling was A+ - felt like we were in Bosnia.