A newly discovered gem hiding in the crevice of Northwest Phoenix. I had no idea there was a Bosnian presence here! As many things in Phoenix, this restaurant buried in a strip mall. Judging by the outside, I thought it was going to look like a hole in the wall. But the interior is like an Eastern European slice of Disney's It's a Small World ride. There are cute little faux windows and doors like you'd see in a Swiss village. It's very classy looking. When I was there, they had real roses on the tables (but I think that was because of a private party coming in later). It feels like a family restaurant too with actual stocky Bosnian men coming in to chat and eat.
I had the Bosnian soup (chicken & vegetable) which was like split pea soup. The real awesomeness is anything involving their bread. My friend and I split a ground beef patty sandwich, a spinach pita and a Bosnian sausage sandwich. The meat had amazing flavor. The pita was a flaky, buttery bread. The beef and sausage sandwich was made with a bread akin to ciabatta. Apparently the person who oversees the kitchen makes all the bread herself. The bread is really the crowning jewel. Our waitress was pretty nice though she kind of rushed us near the end because of the private party. She wasn't rude but it was a little off-putting. Still, I plan to come back here next time I've had a good exercise day and I feel I've earned my carbs.