Well, how to say it.
I wanted to eat and ran fast. The lumpy kebab is excellent. Ground is not very good. I was there about six times afterwards, and every time someone was very drunk in the small hall. Once, even the guy who had recently been sitting at the table was already lying under him. The staff reacts calmly. Does not touch, does not pick up and does not expel. And when it's cold, the staff and customers coming in and out don't close the door. It's not blowing comfortably. And only the other day, when severe frosts hit Tashkent at minus 20, they began to close the door. And this is a normal institution.