There is simply no service, you are not particularly welcome: You've come - well, well, we'll serve you. The food is shamelessly taken from the wind, warmed to a slightly warm mess and handed to you. Coffee is like everywhere else. Everything else tastes better in any other eatery or just a bakery stall, some incongruous products and seasonings, as if the remains of a long-cooked borscht were wrapped in pita bread or something was scraped from the bottom of a frying pan and sprinkled with cheese. Br-r-r. Dessert with chia is normal. Well, happy New Year!!