First, although the restaurant for Butcher, but physically he was in the alley between 24 and 22 houses. Each of these houses - a huge block of three buildings, so we had to wander, to understand where is the restaurant itself: no signs, no signs on the Butcher is not very.
Restaurant quite unremarkable - understand that this is the place only by the inscription in the window. The door is hard, the girl is not so easy to open. Inside, he 's most famous interior.
Really rough plastered walls, rotten beams, small tables and chairs covered with burlap. We sat on the couch. More club sofa - lie on it comfortably, but not very lanchevat. Tables have been square - yes, the small, but together can accommodate, but we had each of their. And here is how kutyatsya visitors on round tables - I do not really understand, they really on two feet in diameter. But they stagger - pizdezh. Each table adjusting washers. There was no hesitation.
The kitchen and bar - open. Staff does not wear uniforms - who's in what. I read about the aunts in T-shirts from the Lebedev. They have not seen. Saw a few girls in my home: jeans, blouses, dresses.
The photo can be seen a bar, and immediately followed by food. Staff are constantly back and forth sharoebilsya. Chefs from the waiter did not distinguish. One girl I was confused with the visitor when he tried to count how many people in the restaurant. A board with meals at the bar so overwritten that parse the inscription on it in chalk is almost impossible.
In the photo tableware. Plus a cup of raisins. I have not tried it, and the husband ate. Sugar cane is the only brown. However, I'm not a gourmet - I do not care, white or brown.
I ordered the soup of the day (there were two, but I chose kharcho ) and dishes of the day (also, there were two, but I took a stew ). My wife took the bird home dumplings and milk. plus, the American. And I took a double espresso, which is filed with the water. All of this cost in rubles apiece.
With the exception of black hair in the soup was quite tasty kharcho. A hair scare me - and I ate pasta in mosquitoes seem. Although it seemed to me, not enough saturation. Stew was a house, in the sense that no one would skimp on the meat and potatoes - was really big portion of. However, no one was cut from the cores of meat and especially to take care of the uniform cutting. But if you're a fan of a simple soldier's food, then this dish will have you in mind. Dumplings real home - samolepnye, not from a store. And also quite a good piece, after which the wife gave up milk, which I devoured. That was a real milk by shit more like a bad chewing candy.
However, the emphasis in the restaurant for drinks. Twenty versions of coffee, the same tea, fruit hot broths, juices and smoothies, which are then called gentlemen. Coffee is good, thick and delicious. One feels that here he is respected, considering only the rest of the additive to coffee.
In terms of attendance, and we went to the Day of Russia - the cafe was nobody. Then tightened in another couple of. And in the end the young man on the cappuccino. And all. Staff frankly bored. But work fast, attentive, pictures do not interfere. no claims.
In the basement of the restaurant - Shop Studios.
Classic garbage in the hallway near the stairs - all industrial trash that loves to collect Subject, then you get into a small room, tightly cluttered assortment of store studio. All nice and without pathos. All you can touch and try. At least have a copy of each product without packaging. The boy asked the seller and the lagged. So we quietly circled around the museum to them. Lebedev and retired. but.
However, I popped into the toilet. For some reason, on the floor was wet - this seems zassanym toilet, although this is not true - just a drop of water. Apparently, the crane hit too hard in the sink. Lots of rags, napkins from IKEA on a shelf and a basket with them as dirty - a strange move, but the original. People also do not understand the whole genius and judging by the gryaznote napkins, only hanging on a nail, not on the shelf, seeks to wipe your hands only to her. The very small toilet and asexual. At a large gathering of people, it will be enough.
The overall impression of the dual. Interior design - it is not. It's more like an unfinished repairs. But on the other hand, all neatly. Dishes home, but the quality of their secondary and leaves a feeling of roughness of the factory canteen rather than home cooking. Well, the cook would be worth wearing a cap, his hair did - this is not the spice. The range of food is extremely scarce. But with hot drinks full order. Service is good, but to sit at tiny tables on uncomfortable chairs - are more appropriate for McDonalds or the sushi bar, not restaurant. So it remains a mystery to me, for whom and why this restaurant has been made. Probably did Artemy institution for such as he himself. And do not earn. Then all at once takes the place of. Why, then, is to write at the end of the menu lebezyaschee ' prepare, all you want and bring to you '? .
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