We went and. to. believed in the advertising at the entrance about dietary nutrition. A few years ago, the ph club, as they were called, was famous for it. But even after discussing everything with the staff, we got a fatty, with a not very pleasant smell, cream of watermelon soup, and dried (read, not fresh) chicken covered with pepper and filled with the same fatty creamy gravy. And now the moment of payment. The card did not work . . but at the time of its withdrawal from the wearable terminal, a cockroach chose from it. The waiter just ran away. Another waitress came up, grabbed the cash and silently ran away. To the remark that one could at least say thank you, if not changed, they began to laugh in the company with the bartender and say that we brought it. I will never go there.
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