A Table for One

Mia goes into a small restaurant at nine. The room is almost empty. A tired waiter in a white apron points to a table in the corner.

Mia ulazi u mali restoran u devet. Prostorija je gotovo prazna. Umoran konobar u bijeloj pregači pokazuje na stol u kutu.

"Just one?" he asks. Mia says yes. She always travels alone. She is a little nervous. The menu is on one small piece of paper.

"Samo Vi?" pita on. Mia kaže da. Ona uvijek putuje sama. Malo je nervozna. Jelovnik je na jednom malom papiru.

Mia points at a word. She does not know it. The waiter smiles. "The special," he says slowly. "My grandmother's food. If you do not like it, I bring something else."

Mia pokazuje na jednu riječ. Ne zna je. Konobar se smiješi. "Specijalitet", kaže on polako. "Hrana moje bake. Ako Vam se ne svidi, donesem Vam nešto drugo."

The food comes in a heavy bowl. It is hot, with garlic and little pieces of bread. Mia tries it. The waiter watches her from the bar.

Hrana stiže u teškoj zdjeli. Vruća je, s češnjakom i malim komadima kruha. Mia je proba. Konobar je gleda s bara.

Mia gives him a thumbs up. He laughs and fills her glass again. "Good," he says. "Come back tomorrow. Then I tell you what is in it."

Mia mu pokazuje palac gore. On se smije i ponovno joj puni čašu. "Dobro", kaže. "Vratite se sutra. Onda ću Vam reći što je unutra."