The restaurant is located on ground floor of Maestro pension. Attention of every guest, entering the mystic world of the ancient objects, is almost hypnotically attracted by the restaurant with it’s genuine Slavonian style.

Using the sentence written long time ago, in order to at least partially justify its purpose, is the only way to experience the restaurant's atmosphere, like some old tale reader reading a fairy tale.

The mandrill from that fairy tale is not just a mandrill. It is an object in the corner or the room, lightened by the lantern light. Rustical walls covered with mort partially show the white lime areas.

An old woman with scarf covering her head, holding the mandrill with her bony but tough hands while sitting in an old and shaky chair.

The columns holding a ceiling over the bar are not only columns then. It is a strong timber lying in the mud somewhere in Slavonian woods, waiting to be lifted by strong Slavonian hands and lifted up using the ancient tools on the horse carriage.

Working united, from the left to the right side, timber is tumbled onto the carriage followed by the victorious slam.

Stepping over the restaurant floor, listening to the items whisper, professionals will take their cameras and record a testimony to a history and a culture.