Hotel Royal and a tram at Osijek

The pre-secession building houses a time machine that brings you back to the days of Tito: the place is empty, except for the four waiters who are eager to pass me down to another waiter instead of working. The food is expensive and inedible, the atmosphere reminds me of a grammar school's cantine, while the quality arrived from the Lake Balaton of 1989. The only specificity of the dishes served is that they aren't specified.