Przno - Blanche
Autumn 2009
Frank's view 
Stick to the waterfront tavernas
One restaurant stands out in the tiny, unspoilt fishing village of Przno.
Whilst the tavernas along the waterfront haven't changed in decades and the local fishermen teach their sons the trade they were taught by their fathers, probably on the same tiny boats their fathers sailed, the only sign of modern day influence (apart from the grotesque Hotel Maestral at the far end of the beach) is a neon sign up the hill away from the bay.
'Blanche', blazes the sign on a white building which stands out like an ugly beacon.
The only merit of Blanche's position is its terrace which sits high above the sea with waves crashing noisiy against the rocks below. It's almost reminiscent of The Cliff in Barbados, although the comparison ends there.
Blanche was a huge and expensive disappointment. The waiter was incompetent and the owner (I presume), pushy. The wine was expensive and vile. The Chardonnay was undrinkable and the Vranac Barrique red tasted like vinegar. At €33 a bottle it was outrageous. When we complained the waiter simply shook his head.
In a pathetic attempt to be cool and trendy the starters included a dish named Dolce & Gabbana Salad. The owner admitted it was a Caesar Salad. When I asked why he named it after D&G he replied that "it sounded good".
The Prawn Spring Rolls had clearly been removed from the freezer for our order and were still cold in the middle.
The rice in my rissoto was steaming as only rice does when it has been heated in a microwave.
The inside restaurant was packed full of local young males watching football on TV.
It is staggering that someone will invest heavily in building a restaurant, as the owner of Blanche obviously has done , then get the food, drink, service and everything else so horribly wrong.
Avoid.
Blanche
Przno
Montengro
Whilst the tavernas along the waterfront haven't changed in decades and the local fishermen teach their sons the trade they were taught by their fathers, probably on the same tiny boats their fathers sailed, the only sign of modern day influence (apart from the grotesque Hotel Maestral at the far end of the beach) is a neon sign up the hill away from the bay.
'Blanche', blazes the sign on a white building which stands out like an ugly beacon.
The only merit of Blanche's position is its terrace which sits high above the sea with waves crashing noisiy against the rocks below. It's almost reminiscent of The Cliff in Barbados, although the comparison ends there.
Blanche was a huge and expensive disappointment. The waiter was incompetent and the owner (I presume), pushy. The wine was expensive and vile. The Chardonnay was undrinkable and the Vranac Barrique red tasted like vinegar. At €33 a bottle it was outrageous. When we complained the waiter simply shook his head.
In a pathetic attempt to be cool and trendy the starters included a dish named Dolce & Gabbana Salad. The owner admitted it was a Caesar Salad. When I asked why he named it after D&G he replied that "it sounded good".
The Prawn Spring Rolls had clearly been removed from the freezer for our order and were still cold in the middle.
The rice in my rissoto was steaming as only rice does when it has been heated in a microwave.
The inside restaurant was packed full of local young males watching football on TV.
It is staggering that someone will invest heavily in building a restaurant, as the owner of Blanche obviously has done , then get the food, drink, service and everything else so horribly wrong.
Avoid.
Blanche
Przno
Montengro
Be Frank: agree or disagree? What do you think?
