Bucko (pizza place)

I have known about Bucko since I was a child, the first association with pizza was the counter in Francuska Street. The counter did not move or change its appearance, it remained to feed the hungry Dorcolci (people living in Dorcol) and the persistent ones from Knez Mihailova every day. Terazije. The most persistent from Slavija. Today, Bucko made it easier for this last group by opening his counter in Belgrade Street, symbolically hungry for Belgrade’s stomachs. To be honest, I don’t remember if there were those delicious salads - toppings from the first days, but today I can’t imagine their slice of pizza without it. Somehow it’s a routine for everyone, like when you coat a bar of chocolate with nutella and fry it for one bite. Okay, that’s just me. I know that Italians would be horrified if they knew how to desecrate their sacred dish, I even took one original “made in italy” copy in one slice or two. Squinting, he enjoyed the flavors and declined to comment. I promised him I would not sue his family. Number two, I’m not sure I’ve ever tried Buck’s pizza without topping. It didn’t happen and I can’t comment, if you did - let us know your impressions. A fat man (Bucko transalted), a name more pleasing only to the ear, is a symbol of Belgrade when we talk about fast food. In addition to the fact that we are all trying to limit the intake of lunches from my feet (fast food), I am impatiently waiting for the moment when I will walk around the city center again, and I really don’t care about that.