It all started when I misunderstood where the Uber app wanted us to stand to catch our ride.  We finally turned ourselves around, and the driver identified us as his likely missing tourists, and we connected.  That opened some communication between us during the ride, as he pretended to have rescued us.  After the usual back and forth about whether he grew up in Split, how the city has changed, and what additional jobs he had, he offered a restaurant suggestion.  I apparently wasn’t repeating it back to him correctly as I tried to search for it on my phone, to the point where he almost pulled over to write it down for us.  But again, we soon were on the same page.

First attempt:

On Saturday evening, we headed to Old Town and strolled over to Konoba Fetivi.