I once asked them for the top-end kebabs. The entrecote was brought. The animal stank very strongly. I couldn't finish eating. Well, no matter how many people come by, sedate Caucasian men always sit and discuss something about life. Apparently there is a circle here. Apparently I was just unlucky that day. The owner would recommend updating the furniture. It looks a little sad.
It is no longer the same kebab as it was a year ago and khachapuri is made very poorly from lack of knowledge, the flour is not sifted, the baggy threads were pulled out of khachapuri