Boutique Trojka — Restaurant in City of Belgrade

Ah yes, Butik Trojka — the place where dreams go to be misunderstood, chopped, overcharged, and served with a straight face. Located in the vibrant heart of New Belgrade’s concrete labyrinth, this culinary fever dream promises Thai-inspired dishes, but delivers more of a "Why-is-this-happening-to-me"-inspired experience.

Let’s talk about the Thai salad, because clearly, nobody else has — not in a kitchen, not in a test group, not in Thailand. I’m convinced this dish was created during a blackout. Picture this: someone stumbled into the walk-in fridge, grabbed every ingredient that had no label or color, whispered “Tajland” over it like a failed incantation, and called it a day.

Flavor-wise? Imagine licking a brochure for a Thai beach resort — printed in 1996, soaked in sadness. It didn’t taste bad. It tasted like nothing, which was almost worse. Not a meh, not a yuck, just an eerie, existential absence. Like it had flavor once but went through a breakup and never recovered.

The mozzarella was a particular highlight — rubbery, lifeless, and emotionally unavailable. I’ve had erasers with more personality. I genuinely thought I bit into a slice of a yoga mat. Possibly imported from a country where dairy is a myth. Mozzarella? Babe, this was ปลอม (bplɔɔm) at a molecular level.

And then there’s the ambiance: think national television lobby circa 2004 meets dental clinic waiting room with commitment issues. Cold lighting. Music that hates itself. Decor designed by someone who once heard of Feng Shui and decided to rebel against it violently. I felt like I was being punished. Spiritually. But also fiscally.

The staff? Lovingly indifferent. Like, they were there — physically — but emotionally? Gone. Floating somewhere in the astral plane, wondering what choices led them to serve something labeled "Thai fusion" that contains approximately 0% of anything remotely Thai. I asked what was in the salad, and got the kind of shrug that said, “Please don’t make me lie to you.”

Now the price. The price was performance art. For a lukewarm plate of confusion and a side of edible ennui, they charged me like I was dining oceanside in Phuket during a sunset massage. I paid, of course. Out of respect. Not for the food — for the audacity.

Final thoughts?

If you're a fan of:

Sad textures

Flavorless existentialism

Cultural misrepresentation served with pride

The phrase “inspired by Thailand” meaning absolutely nothing

Dining experiences that make you reevaluate your life path

…then darling, Butik Trojka is your temple. Pack your expectations, leave your taste buds at home, and prepare for a journey through ขยะ (kà-yà) cuisine, straight into the heart of ทำไม (tam-mai).

Verdict:

Taste: Somewhere between regret and drywall

Presentation: Looked like a salad. Felt like a prank.

Service: Hauntingly neutral

Vibe: Bureaucratic purgatory

Thai level: I've seen more Thai energy in a can of Red Bull

Would I come back? Oh absolutely. Right after I finish chewing this one bite. In 2037.

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Let’s not pretend there’s any real connection between your kitchen and Thailand. You can call it “inspired” all day long, but inspiration without understanding just ends up as confusion on a plate.

You mentioned my expectations are high — they’re not. I just expect food to taste like something, and staff to act like they’re part of planet Earth. I don’t think that’s unreasonable.

Also, I gave you detailed feedback — maybe a little too honest for your taste, but at least it had flavor. Unlike the mozzarella.

Since you mentioned taste is subjective: sure. But the absence of taste? That’s universal.

No hard feelings. I’ve moved on — to real Thai food, made by people who don’t just borrow the name, but actually understand the culture.

Wishing you growth, seasoning, and maybe one honest menu revision.

Cheers. From...

A very pleasant experience! Although the restaurant was completely full, the food arrived exceptionally fast, which honestly impressed me. We tried the vegetarian pizza and veggie tortillas – both options were warm, nicely presented, and absolutely delicious, with fresh ingredients you could truly taste. The espresso with soy milk was a perfect start to the meal – creamy and aromatic, a big plus for those who prefer plant-based alternatives.

The attitude of the staff and waiters was decent – not perfect, but within expectations and satisfactory, especially considering how busy the place was. The cleanliness and overall organization of the restaurant are at a very high level, which adds to the positive impression. The ambiance is modern, relaxed, and comfortable for a longer stay, with a lovely view of Republic Square. All in all, a warm recommendation and a place I will...

It has a nice music, good atmosphere, music is not to loud which is nice since you can have a conversation with peopleyou have come. So far, I haven't tried all of the dishes they have to offer but ones I have tried are nice. Now what I found a bit unpleasant is that waiters are a bit up tight, not so pleasant, having to ask multiple times for drinks, and stuff like that. I am not sure if they do not have enough waiters so it is too much work for them or what is the problem, but on that subject there is room for improvement. If they read my review maybe they take this into account to check with their waiters what is the problem and how can they improve...