The name of this restaurant is “Old Bridge”. And the place is beautiful and dusk and romantic and the smell is nothing. In short, everything has. The menu was in English and no matter how cool, yet the first second and “compote” for 13 euros was very tempting. But? Yes ... not that. Probably, we did not work out with this place or simply made a mistake in choosing. I will not enumerate adversity and lament complaints, it’s just that the ritual of dessert was even comical. Ice cream? Yes please. Are you chocolate or vanilla? We have and so, you like? Give and so and so. Good. After ten minutes, our waiter, a beautifully folded Somalian, brought one horn from a standard package of 6 pieces for 8 euros from a supermarket. We must pay tribute, it was a horn half filled with chocolate and half vanilla. We looked at the neighboring tables, and there were different people sitting there, but somehow the fruits of the same field were reaping equally, and the local ones, as it turned out, were not observed. Translated with Google Translate