Yes. I have a thing for really old cake shops. And luckily, Belgrade still has a few of them. This one is called ‘Orijent‘, tho it just says Poslasticarnica in big letters over the front entrance. Almost at the end of Balkanska street (or beginning if you are going up), with it’s cracked blue paint and some very tempting stuff in the store window is another piece of some other Belgrade that I see less and less and hope that it will not disappear anytime soon due to high rent and lack of business.
Inside? Four little tables, so squeezed together that there is very little space to move and a big heating thing (one that is very common in Serbian households), and please do notice the fan on the counter – that industrial design is found no more unfortunately.
Sweets? I always get the same thing; the rice pudding. I think it has something to do with the fact that my grandma would make it all the time when I was a kid (and you had to put bunch of cinnamon on top) and the one I tried here is the closest I got to hers. But I invite you to experiment, or if you like to play it safe ‘sutlijaš’ (rice pudding) it is.