Wow... Where would I start?... Oh, you go like this and you see bars, restaurants, bohemian places, so to speak, and then there's a hop little cafe. Well, yes, like out of 90, well, okay, and besides, it was completely empty inside (it was at 15.00 today somewhere) . That's how my story began... I went in and ordered coffee , I look at the pastries , I asked 3 times if they were fresh ? The seller almost said it was fresh, okay, I think I'll take samsa with beef, well, I have a weakness for baking with meat inside) a fatal mistake.
It 's a pity that I noticed the absolute filth and unsanitary conditions of the room when I left ... Oh, what a pity ...
So that 's about her, not about dirt , but about samsa. It tastes , well , to be honest , more or less , at least that 's what it seemed to me . The coffee is disgusting , sour , bitter , and impossible to drink . By the way, the coffee flew into the trash can after the first sip, and no, to confuse me , but no, the samsa was eaten, unfortunately.
So let's get back to the quality of samsa. There's a joke here , " was she barking or meowing ? " because towards evening , Samsa began to show her true self ...
In general , the samsa is magical there , it 's like 100 grams , but it 's already turned out a couple of kilograms , so exactly , the appearance of the law of conservation of energy on the face . matter from nowhere .
I'm writing a comment and I sincerely hope that it's just poisoning, and not some kind of thing like E. coli.
The conclusion is simple, if your stomach does not digest nails, strictly avoid this , if I may say " establishment " on the opposite side of the street, otherwise suddenly this stuff is transmitted by airborne droplets.
P.S. Thanks, I've got a lot of time to sit and write comments.
The best of the small shops in the city. There is almost always delicious bread there, as it used to be, without cellophane, and just a very soulful atmosphere from the old days