Churrasco
Location: Lviv, Ukraine
The atmosphere is this restaurant is quaint and comfortable. The food is delicious, and the staff is knowledgeable of the English language for those who have need. This is not a traditional Ukrainian restaurant, but rather, a Georgian restaurant. Our translator and friend, who is originally from Moldova, was very excited and impressed by the food prepared here.
Because I have a few different pics here of food, and they’re a little different than “full-fledged-entree pics,” I am going describe them each. The first is the grilled veggies. Oh. My. Word. These are amazing!! Let’s just say, I hate eggplant, and there were two big slices that I devoured! Yum!!
The second pic is the chicken wings my son ordered. He loves them, and he said the difference between these and many American wings was that they weren’t greasy. The green, creamy substance in the bowl are mashed potatoes. I’m really not sure why they’re green, but they were rather tasty, albeit the green coloring took a bit to get passed. 😂
The third pic is the cheese filled dumplings some of our party ordered. They absolutely loved these. I liked them pretty good; although, I believe I enjoyed my veggies more!
The last pic is one piece of the cheesy stuffed bread that just seemed to melt in your mouth!! It was so good that I’ve still had cravings for this; since, we’ve come home!! Oh. My. Goodness! It was delicious!! I believe, I could have made a big pig out of myself and eaten the whole basket of this bread! Yet, I restrained myself and only ate two pieces! 😂
It doesn’t look like they have an actual website; so, I will leave the google search here for location and contact information.
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