In principle, everything is fine. The assortment is rich. There is a variety of goods, but there is a place to move. It is pleasant when music sounds in the trading floor, thereby creating a cozy microclimate.
The choice of goods is standard, but I was suspected of Mogilev's favorite sausages, no matter how I come once a week, I'm on a business trip, there's one package, there's no price tag, they don't break through at the self-service checkout, only with the help of an assistant who is sometimes very passionate about her child who shouldn't be in the workplace. Why does the store chain pay attention to employees only in hyper, where if they violated the regulations, a fine, and in small ones, especially in the districts, and in general, the management scores on discipline. Everything seems to be decent, but at the same time you find yourself as if in a raipov store. Sorry, it boiled over, Kostyukovichsky got for all the district eureka.
The assortment for the city is good, a large store.
However, if you need to pay in cash, you have to go to a regular cash register, and one of the four cash registers most often works. The second one opens when a long queue is already forming.
The cashiers serve with such an expression on their face, as if I haven't paid them a million dollars in debt for five years.
There are problems with the availability of fresh bread, but if you need bread from three days ago, please.
In general, the impression of visiting this institution is always twofold and does not change for the better.