Sometimes you visit a restaurant that has a hotel in addition, but here, on the contrary, there is a hotel where you can be fed. It feels like you're eating somewhere in the hallway, or an empty room with bare walls. It was strange to get Armenian lemonade in a restaurant that positions itself as Georgian, especially since it is Georgian analogues that are on sale. The kitchen didn't come in. I don't know, maybe it's the mouthpiece of the national cuisine itself, or maybe the skills of the cook. But they were extremely dissatisfied.