In the summer, we took the honey, the terrible krylochki were covered with unripe blood, one bite left the honey, and then I looked at why it was not eaten completely, it was raw, it was a shame
The kitchen is so-so, always drunken squabbles and fights.And since we also live nearby, drunken screams under karaoke and eternal fights are simply not unbearable.And in the bar itself, it's like a bunch of incomprehensible people