The shots we took of the balcony restaurant should perhaps include an interesting little tale. Elenka and I both ordered roast duck. When it arrived it was cold and somewhat tough. When the meal was over Elenka complained to the waitress. I threw my best Slovak into the fray saying the duck was probably old. The waitress replied, in Slovak of course, which I had absolutely no understanding of, saying that the chef would never cook an old duck. After I'd digested her response, I wanted to say that maybe the duck wasn't old when he cooked it, but it sure as hell was by the time we ate it. But no matter how hard I thought about it there was no way in the world that I would have been able to get the message across. So I just smiled, and paid.