It is time for me to do something with my vision.
A restaurant has recently opened next to the house. I go to him regularly in the evening from work. The first floor, large windows, the whole interior as on the palm. Once again, I go home late in the evening, I turn my head, I look at a restaurant employee, apparently a chef, standing in the dining room and with quick handy movements, like the usual pizza toast thrown into the air, turns a black bowl in his hands. The first thought: oh, nifiga yourself, it seems here by some special recipe make a paste of handmade, and even a whole show for guests are arranged! You need to go here and order these black pastries!
I get closer, I look — a guy turns into the bay extender...