Estragon - this word rolls in a loud and spicy language, throatfully responding to a heap of vivid memories-associations — whether about an outbreak of children's joy at the first sip of emerald pop with nothing like a taste, or about a fabulous trip to the south, where the smell of the sea mixed with the aroma of this spice and immediately flew away with the first gust of the mountain wind, in order to return again in a moment. No, you can not go past the restaurant with the same name! It is necessary to see, try, what is here, under the sign with such a tasty word. And here it turns out that the guest starts smiling from the threshold. After all, he got, if not to his home, then to the house of his old friends. To hospitable, welcoming, not respecting the conventions and pathos, but appreciating and loving life as a holiday. Everything here is bright and sunny golden, simple and cozy. There is nothing superfluous, just cute little things like angels, caskets and caskets, fancy jugs and other things - every self-respecting house acquires them, where there is a place for good mood, friendly gatherings, a merry feast. And the pictures on the walls are from family albums, with faces that are clear and sincere, and the carpets on the floor are not for museum, but for comfort. And in the evenings the music is live and warm, like everything here. And time is no longer in a hurry in the mad rhythm of the megalopolis, but it is poured steadily like a mellow and tender wine of serenity.
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