A big terrace. A table with soul.

Polenta still steaming, pastrami on the coals, and a wood oven lit every day from lunch.

More than a restaurant, we're the place students return to years later, where families hold christenings and birthdays, and where Bucharest comes when it misses the taste of its grandparents.

„We don't invent anything. We cook the way we learned at home.”