It's a strange place. The room is dog-cold, the prices are excessively high, there is no choice of dishes. The staff laughingly discusses customer orders. The workers are loudly roaring in the back room. Napkins are not brought with the order. No oil was found in the broccoli. The broccoli itself is half-baked. A drop of soup with scraps of, apparently, chicken (?), smells like either fish or bird, a "generous" quarter of a collapsed egg floats in it. The bread is black, with cumin, disgusting. The arena deserves the best.