Restaurateur
Saveliy Libkin

At Privoz, after the reconstruction because of the fire, finally was opened the second part of the market. Now a fish are sold from the side of Preobrajenskaya Street (former Soviet Army Street) again. When it occurred to local members of administrative staff and businessmen that it isn’t kosher to sell a fish at the 40-degree heat…

It is enough just to set one or two ice generator and all the fish, even if it isn’t always fresh, but will lie in the ice shaving.

Then I visited birthday party of my friend at Lobster and tried not to get drunk on the eve of visit of Karl Frierson to jazz-café Utochkin.

A portion of espresso and reading of menu with French-Odessan names of the dishes at another technical restaurant created offhand in the building of regional administration didn’t stay in my memory. The spying securities and waiters got up from the couches forcedly and dressed the hospitable grin fast but it didn’t solve the issue.

Then was the meeting with residents of Kiev at the café in City Garden.

These girls-ladies have stayed in my memory thanks to their multiple-vector opinions and criticism of Valera Polyakov, something like he doesn’t know what is Florentine-Style Steak, and in general… One of them visits Italy one time in two months and she knows well about lemongrasses and spring rolls and also about something forgettable but which sounds alike. I heard many things about ink of cuttlefish and about acquaintance with Odessan architect Denis. The girls are on business in Odessa, with social project…they familiarize us with it, so to say, accustom us with it. But maybe I perceived these two nice and well-educated girls from the capital somewhat interestedly….?

Also a delicious but sickly sweet cherry liqueur at Klara Bara has stayed in my memory.

The concert began with another jazz dolt, who sand to slip all the guests fast but when Frierson began to sing about New York, everyone returned to life and started to dance. Then we came to Opera café. A banquet-pension plaza turned into modern karaoke-sushi-café for hesitant Arcadian ladies and local patrons-sponsors. Though visitants from Moscow also can count on success here and rather inexpensively.

At 01 p.m. we returned to dacha (not restaurant).

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