Od malih nogu znam za Bucka, prva asocijacija na picu bio je šalter u Francuskoj ulici. Šalter se nije pomerio niti menjao svoj izgled, ostao je da svakodnevno hrani gladne Dorćolce i one uporne iz Knez Mihailove. Terazija. Najupornije sa Slavije. Danas je Bucko olakšao ovoj poslednjoj grupaciji otvorivši svoj lokal u Beogradskoj ulici, simbolično gladnim beogradskim stomacima. Iskren da budem, ne sećam se da li je od prvih dana bilo onih ukusnih salata – preliva, ali danas ne smem da zamislim njihovo parče pice bez toga. Nekako je svima to rutina, kao kada štanglu čokolade premažete nutelom i smažete je u jednom zalogaju. U redu, to samo ja radim. Znam da bi se Italijani zgrozili kada bi znali kako skrnavimo njihovo sveto jelo, čak sam i jednog originalnog „made in italy“ primerka vodio na trougao, dva. Žmureći je uživao u ukusima i odbijao da prokomentariše. Obećao sam mu da ga neću tužiti kod familije. Pod broj dva, nisam siguran da sam ikada probao Buckovu picu bez preliva. Nije se dogodilo i ne mogu da komentarišem, ukoliko vi jeste - javite nam utiske. Debeli čovek, samo uhu draži naziv, simbol je Beograda kada govorimo o brzoj hrani. Pored toga što svi pokušavamo da ograničimo unos ručkova sa nogu, nestrpljivo čekam momenat kada ću po centru grada ponovo hodati musav, a da me je za to baš briga.

I have known about Bucko since I was a child, the first association with pizza was the counter in Francuska Street. The counter did not move or change its appearance, it remained to feed the hungry Dorcolci (people living in Dorcol) and the persistent ones from Knez Mihailova every day. Terazije. The most persistent from Slavija. Today, Bucko made it easier for this last group by opening his counter in Belgrade Street, symbolically hungry for Belgrade's stomachs. To be honest, I don't remember if there were those delicious salads - toppings from the first days, but today I can't imagine their slice of pizza without it. Somehow it’s a routine for everyone, like when you coat a bar of chocolate with nutella and fry it for one bite. Okay, that's just me. I know that Italians would be horrified if they knew how to desecrate their sacred dish, I even took one original "made in italy" copy in one slice or two. Squinting, he enjoyed the flavors and declined to comment. I promised him I would not sue his family. Number two, I’m not sure I’ve ever tried Buck’s pizza without topping. It didn't happen and I can't comment, if you did - let us know your impressions. A fat man (Bucko transalted), a name more pleasing only to the ear, is a symbol of Belgrade when we talk about fast food. In addition to the fact that we are all trying to limit the intake of lunches from my feet (fast food), I am impatiently waiting for the moment when I will walk around the city center again, and I really don't care about that.