
This place, our event, and the tables are a literal sausage fest at Dunav, home to aggressively glistening meat of all kinds. It's like a Serbian Fogo de Chao, except the salad bar comes smashed under pounds of animal muscle. Applying ice cream scoops of cream cheese to grilled chicken breasts has never tasted so South Slavically delicious.
Of the cuts on this platter that almost killed five full-grown men, I think the pork skewers (one had to excavate the stratigraphy of flesh to get to that layer) were the very best, wonderfully marinated and grilled. Pork chops might have been next, followed by the Serbian hamburger and straightforward chicken, not bad, not dry, just not snappy. The cevaps I actually did not like - too loose and spongy, and not salted or charred enough, while they looked great. Roasted hot peppers in vinegar and and Smaugbreath level of garlic were a wonderful condiment, but I wanted for some ajvar or other relish to balance flavors. The slabs of feta mentioned for the (unavailable that night, as with some other things) stew could have also done the trick.
The value here is ridiculous. I am happy to recommend this place and return. Service was great, Lav lagers cold and refreshing, and we seemed right at home. Limited outdoor chain-smoking tables provided and there is a small parking lot to the south. Tracksuits optional but recommended.