Sitting in the Hotel Moskva breakfast room, watching the snow gradually drift down over Terazije, I realised there was an unfamiliar taste about my poached eggs – vinegar.
And then I thought, maybe I’m the one that’s weird here; maybe the rest of the world actually does cook their poached eggs that way.
So in order to find out how strange I am, here’s a poll:
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