
IT'S TIME FOR... BELGRADE
Belgrade, Serbia
The best nightlife in Europe. Fact.
Yup Belgrade is wild, but there’s more to the city than it’s darkside...
Renaissance buildings cosy up to brutal Yugoslavian architecture, and dilapidated warehouses have been converted into bars, restaurants and studios. Tbh, it’s a lot of fun.
Yup Belgrade is wild, but there’s more to the city than it’s darkside...
Renaissance buildings cosy up to brutal Yugoslavian architecture, and dilapidated warehouses have been converted into bars, restaurants and studios. Tbh, it’s a lot of fun.
The riverbank’s the prettiest bit, you’ll get a nice photo down where the Sava river meets the Danube, but real Belgrade is in the grit…
Walk down literally any street and you’ll come face to face with brutalist concrete monstrosities. There’s a beauty in just how ugly they are.
Don’t expect them to be any different on the inside. The Bigz building (above) used to be a communist printing house. These days it’s a giant house party masquerading as a studio.
To be fair it actually is a studio, with artists, film crews and musicians working away by day... But at night it’s like living in a VICE article.
To be fair it actually is a studio, with artists, film crews and musicians working away by day... But at night it’s like living in a VICE article.
Or you could party on a glorified raft at the edge of the Sava river. Klub 20/44 plays everything from detroit techno to whatever
turbo-folk is.
It’s now warm enough to sit on the deck with a drink, but the DJs play in the boat’s sweaty underbelly.
It’s now warm enough to sit on the deck with a drink, but the DJs play in the boat’s sweaty underbelly.
Finish any night off with pizza, for 60p get a slice bigger than your head.
Pizza Metro's a good choice. They cook their pies in a ‘pekara’ (traditional wood oven) and smother them in a paprika-y tomato sauce. The locals dip their slices in ‘kajmak’ - kinda like clotted cream. Trust.
Pizza Metro's a good choice. They cook their pies in a ‘pekara’ (traditional wood oven) and smother them in a paprika-y tomato sauce. The locals dip their slices in ‘kajmak’ - kinda like clotted cream. Trust.
After a weekend of druggy, foody excess take some time to chill by the river. It’s not a Greek beach, but it’s nice.
June’s the perfect month to go. The sky’s blue against the (mostly) grey buildings but the graffiti hasn't started to melt off the walls.
Sure Belgrade's moody, gritty and unforgiving, but that’s the point.
Sure Belgrade's moody, gritty and unforgiving, but that’s the point.