Food is a love that needs no explanation.
That’s why Prana exists – to turn every meal into a small celebration, and every morning
into a chance to fall in love… again.
I sometimes wonder: do we choose our dreams, or do they find us?
Mine found me at the edge of yet another business meeting, somewhere between strict
deadlines and cold coffee. And as I signed another contract, I realized I wanted to sign
something else – my name on the door of a place that smells like good food and warm
human stories.
That’s how Prana was born. Not as a restaurant, but as a love letter… to myself.
Falling in love in your late forties – trust me – it can drive you deliciously mad.
I envisioned Prana and kept searching for a space that could embrace us. Autumn 2021.
Covid still kept us apart, but we were already dreaming of closeness. In high heels, out of
habit, I walked through spaces that looked nice… but weren’t ours. Until one day, Miloš and
I — 31 years together, still the best team — stumbled upon Hilandarska Street. We knew
instantly: here, the smell of coffee would meet the first smile of the day. This would be the
first Prana.
And me? I’m Vesna. Mother of two grown daughters. A woman who, even past fifty, wears
both a little black dress and flour-dusted jeans with equal ease. Who isn’t afraid to roll up
her sleeves, grab a hammer, drive a nail, and then sit down with guests to tell the story of
how a single bite of toasted bread and tomato changed the way I see life.
People are my inspiration — scents, smiles, glances warm as lavender, the whisper of olive
trees, and that moment when the sun hits your face and you think: “Life is good.”
That’s why in Prana everything blends: flavors, colors, people.
Food that fuels your energy – that’s why Prana exists.
In Prana, tables aren’t just full — they are alive. People laugh, their eyes sparkle, and I,
somewhere between the kitchen and the bar, know I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
Because Prana is not my job.
Prana is my second home. My rhythm. My little everyday magic.
Welcome.
