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(to be continued from here)First of all, from the sand dunes I am wishing a Happy New Year to all of you. :). So, there you go, I spent my first Christmas and New Year’s Eve in Dubai. It happened that I had the day off on Christmas Day just by accident (I could never imagine such luck, so don’t you ever say that there is no God) and I went to the beach (not for basking in the sun obviously

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Cena 1 and Cena 2 are Serghei Mizil's restaurants. If the name doesn’t ring the bell, that means Madalin Voicu’s name also doesn’t ring the bell and you don’t watch OTV, B1TV etc. But, if you ask me, you don’t necessarily need to know who Paul Niculescu Mizil’s – I can bet you don’t know this guy either - son is in order to eat something else than sausages at a decent restaurant in Bucharest.A

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Merry Christmas, Dear Friends! :)

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A cowboy gets in a www.e-Restaurant.ro and lays his eyes on a beautiful woman.He doesn’t know how to start the conversation with her, so he shoots everybody around and then asks:"So, are you here alone…?"

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The day I took a flight from Colombia and reached Tabatinga I did not know what to expect food wise from Brazil or for that matter from the Amazons. Tabatinga is a border town in the Amazon, it borders three countries: Colombia, Peru and Brazil. So, when I reached the airport in Colombia I thought I will head to the Brazilian side and start my experience with Brazilian food. I went to a

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... And good health we are wishing to all professionals in hotels and restaurants we work with still or will do in the future, but also to the readers of this blog and the clients in our hospitality industry who are, in fact, the blood of this vivid body called HoReCa, which we wish long life to! :) Happy Holidays!

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A pleasant experience, a few months of successful culinary experiments and tests, nice people who have appreciated my food, nice people who have not appreciated my food. I have enjoyed a time when the owners of Escargot have invested in me and my image and now, just like in every story with happy ending, the time has come for me to move on! An interesting place for a dinner with friends, family

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The bartender: “We don’t serve you drunk!”The client: “So bring another bartender, a sober one!”

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(Continued from here.)So I got home where I was all alone, everybody had gone to work. And this was what home meant:An old building in the old city, a pretty big room at the 1st floor, with a pretty big bathroom and a small kitchen. A small window and, as if this was not enough, one of the bunk systems was against it, as in, two beds one on top of the other, taking even more of the little natural

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"At what www.e-Restaurant.ro should we organize our 10 year school reunion?”“At Lloyd’s, they have some cool waitresses with big boobs there!”“They are organizing the 20 year school reunion, where shall we go to?”“At Lloyd’s, they have very good food and big portions!” “Where shall we celebrate our 30 year school reunion?”“At Lloyd’s, they have healthy food and vegetarian menu there!”“Where shall

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(Read about the second day in Lisbon.)Yesterday (Sunday) it was proved to me again and again that it is not advisable to visit a big European city during the weekend. The Westerners behave totally different than us. Their cities are deserted during the weekends, shops are shut and the only passers by are the tourists, easy to recognize by their cameras and rather confused faces.This is how the

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An Arab goes to a www.e-Restaurant.ro . He takes some whisky, he sleeps around with everyone but he gets it in his ass, too, by mistake.The next day he feels guilty and goes to the mosque, to the imam, to confess:“I fooled around with some women last night, I got pissed, I slept with a lot of women and I got it in my ass, too.”The Imam tells him it is very serious and if he wants redemption, he

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Bad news for rude waiters! A new and innovative restaurant in Nuremberg Germany - s’Baggers Restaurant has replaced the waiters with a hight-tech automatized system in order to improve services and draw the attention to the first robotic restaurant in the world.As you can see in the photos below, you can order your favorite dish on the touch screen (equipped with a superb e-Menu application)

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Itic wanted to discuss with the Pope. He sends notes, letters, nothing, no reply. After 3 years Itic goes to him and tells him:“There has been a long time since I wanted to talk to you!”“Well, tell me, what’s on your mind?”“Well, I have a www.e-Restaurant.ro that I got from my father.”“Very nice, and…”“Well, my father got it from his father! But my father’s father got it from his father, but his

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Yesterday we went to the airport to wait for some friends coming from Dubai with a TAROM flight, stopping over in Otopeni for a few hours in their way to Iasi. The landing was supposed to happen at 8.05 am – but despite the thick fog, there was no delay but on the contrary, the plane landed about 15 minutes earlier than scheduled. Romanians arrive either sooner or later than planned, but very

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(Continued from here.)Well, in the end, my bed was made ready, all right. My bed was made ready with some already used bed sheets, one could easily tell this. My bed was made ready in a room with bunk beds, like in the army (I think), in one of the top beds. My bed was made ready in a room where I was staying (up to 2-3 weeks ago when we moved) with 2 Indian women and 1 Nepali woman. My bed was

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More than one year ago I bought a digital voice recorder from Media Galaxy in Militari (same location with Auchan hypermarket). The boys working there had a big contribution to my buying decision because they professionally explained me everything I needed to know. It was mainly about transferring the footage into a format that would allow me to post it on the blog.So that, The Addicted One and I

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Our FaceBook friend, Florin Ghioca – press photographer for Can-Can, kept on eating our brains with the super photo safari he underwent in Kenya, under the auspices of National Geographic Channel, so in order to convince us he did not exaggerate anything in his hunting stories, he invited us to the opening of the exhibition born from the above mentioned experience.So that, last Friday I got my

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Late night, the husband comes back from www.e-Restaurant.ro and tries to get into bed without waking his wife up. The wife asks him:“Hey, you came, right? What time is it?”“10.”“How come ‘ten’, I’ve heard the clock beating one!”“So, what? Do you want it to beat the zero, too?”

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After I told you about Prima Zi, let’s carry on with the second one, naturally.This day did not start too well. The morning was cloudy, and then the rain started to pour. After about 2 hours the rain cooled down a bit and, through the drops, we set off calmly towards Sao Vicente da Flora, a convent dedicated to the one who became the patron of Lisbon in 1173.An interesting place, worth to be seen

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How a wedding starts? With an invitation like the one above (click for clarifications) for the guests, and for the main protagonists, the bride and the bridegroom, in various ways and places ... in the park, on the sofa, in the street etc. :)))))Just like I, Costin, and The Addicted One were invited to the wedding and we could not turn it down - even though the weddings and baptisms are not the

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A woman calls her husband up at work:“Charles” - she says, dismayed – “when you came home last night you told me you were at the club with Mr. Brown, but I bumped into him and he told me you were together at Trocadero Tropical Paradise pub. Why did you lie to me, Charles?”“I did not lie to you, baby” - her husband began to explain. “But last night I just could not pronounce Trocadero Tropical

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(Continued from here)I was really curious how I'll figure out if someone will be waiting for me or not because I didn’t know anyone from the hotel. I have seen in the movies that it is customary in such situations that the one who awaits has a sheet / placard / poster or something similar that reads the name of the one awaited. So after I got my luggage I set off with big determination towards

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If Anna, Mary, Christine and Andreea meet up in a www.e-Restaurant.ro, they will talk calling each other Anna, Mary, Christine and Andreea.If Chris, Michael, George and Tom go out for a beer, they will talk calling each other (with affection): "Chubby", "Fool", "Hard head" or "Dude”.

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We arrived in Lisbon after a 4 hour journey by plane. The airport was absolutely gorgeous and seemed very big. It is only 6 km away from Lisbon, and the taxi cost us 11 Euro only, including baggage fees.We are staying in Alfama, one of the oldest districts of Lisbon, in a 2 room apartment, absolutely superb. Very nicely decorated, furnished and equipped, very chic; and the hosts are great. Not

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A couple had been married for just two weeks.The husband, although very much in love, could not wait to go out with his old friends to party. So he said to his wife: "My darling, I will be back soon." "Where are you going, sweetie?" his wife asked. "I am going to the pub, sweetie. To have a beer." His wife said: "Do you want some beer, my love?" She opened the door of the fridge and showed him 25

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Instead of a waiter, clients are facing a touch screen.More and more restaurants all over the world are testing technology to let diners order their food direct from a screen at their table instead of depending on a fellow human being to note their choice, according to Reuters. Privately owned start-up Conceptic has already installed e-Menu technology in sushi bars, pubs and family restaurants in

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Alexei Miller, Gazprom's chairman, enters a www.e-Restaurant.ro in Bucharest.He orders a beer, the bartender places a little card on the bar counter - a coaster, and puts a pint on top of it. The Russian guy drinks the beer and orders another one.The bartender looks at the bar counter, no coaster was there. He places another coaster and a pint on top of it on the bar counter. The Russian guy

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Saturday is the day of the week when breakfast is comprised of pancakes only. French or American, with chocolate, home made jam, vanilla cream, honey or sugar, roasted walnuts, caramelized peanuts or coconut flakes ... I have tried them all.While enjoying my portion of pancakes with ice cream on Saturday morning and thinking of what I should write on the blog about, I realized I forgot to tell

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A blonde at Pizza Hut:“Waiter, bring me a pizza, fast!”“As lightnin’, ma’am! But how do you want it sliced? In 6 or 12 pieces?”“In 6 pieces because I am on a diet!”A blonde at Pizza Hut:“Waiter, bring me a pizza, fast!”“As lightnin’, ma’am! But how do you want it sliced? In 6 or 12 pieces?”“In 12 pieces because I'm absolutely starved!”

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(Continued from HERE)Of course, there were also the Indians (from India, not America.) Cohorts of colorful crowds were moving back and forth through the airport and they were in a far bigger number than the Arabs, actually. But it was harder for me to notice them for the angels’ white hit my eyes first, like the salt : P, and for a long time. Plus the shock I had, that diminished my sense of

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A culinary experience in a Bulgarian restaurant ... I admit that apart from somewhat ok food in the all inclusive or ultra all inclusive hotel restaurant, we have not really enjoyed the Bulgarian food, but just as we do every year, we are now trying to see new places and try new things... This year it was the turn of Bulgarian shellfish. Why? Because I trust the promises made by our godparents,

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“Waiter, please bring me a toothpick!”“I do apologize, sir, but they are all taken!”

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Woke up this morning and did some cupboard cleaning. Opened one of my travel diaries and it landed on a page, where I had stapled an empty carton of 3 Corazon coffees from Brazil – the strongest coffee I had tried in the Minas region of Brazil. Memories of Brazil flooded my mind… or should I say taste buds. The pangs started in the morning and have lasted all day. Today is definitely one of those

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A desperate guy walks in the cabinet:“Doctor, I'm desperate, every night I get in bed I feel like someone is under the bed. When I look under the bed, I feel like someone is in the bed and so on, I think I'll go crazy.”“Sir, don’t worry, we will solve this in three months. Come three times a week!”"But how much is a session with you?”“Only a hundred lei...”The guy leaves, disappointed. After

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Dear Husband,I am writing this letter because I want to leave you forever. I have been a good wife for you (I think) for seven years and I have nothing to reproach myself.The last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you did quit your job today and that was the straw that broke the camel. Last week, you came home and did not notice that I had my hair and nails done, cooked

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Today there has been a year since our first article on this blog. Wishing it many returns of the day in good health and happiness, and may us, the ones who write, read and comment it, have exactly the life we wish for.But let me tell you how the idea of http://www.e-restaurant.ro/ was born!Everything started in the fall of 2009 when Cristina and I were invited to Vladut’s baptism. There was an

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Gathered together in front of a meter of beer in a www.e-Restaurant.ro, a few men were discussing about the most interesting positions they had experimented.“I like ….. the most.”‘Yes, I know it, but I like ….. the most.”“There is nothing more provocative than ‘Wild Rodeo’ !“ The others are puzzled. They were breaking their brains thinking of what he was talking about and if they had ever

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Best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. That’s what they normally say. Best way to a traveler’s heart is through any free food. (Well, I didn’t pay). That’s what the Backpacking rulebook says. If there is one thing I would recommend you try in Wales, it is the grand Welsh breakfast. The first time I tried this was at Uplands Diner in Swansea. After a long morning trying to survive in

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A guy with a dog walks into a www.e-Restaurant.ro. Comanda o bere si zice: He orders a beer and says:“I have a very smart dog!”After a few minutes:“My dog is the smartest!”The people around him were already giving him bad looks. The last drop came when he stated:“My dog can speak!” “But, man, do you take us for stupid? How could an animal speak?”"Let's make a bet! You ask him a question and if he

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Well, well, my dear friends… I know that LAST TIME I said, as usual, “to be continued”, and I am now keeping my word, even though slightly later than usual. But let me tell you what has happened to me. Something that would have never crossed my mind in this life. I cannot tell yet if it is good or bad, but I think this aspect is irrelevant at the moment. The relevant thing is that I am just

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A beautiful young lady puts an ad in the newspaper: “Young, beautiful, available woman seeks man who doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke…”One night someone rang at the door. There stood a drunken guy, who was coming straight from a www.e-Restaurant.ro, with a cigarette in his mouth and a spirit bottle in his hand…“I came for your ad in the newspaper.”The woman:“You jerk, haven’t you seen what was it

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Well, coming from India, a land which is known for its food, especially vegetarian, it was a bit difficult to find a proper delicious vegetarian meal in South America. Before arriving to Colombia for an exchange programme, I thought it might just be just like Mexico, where I might find some spicy street food, corn and all that, but I forgot that in every Latin country they have their own recipes

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For over 600 years Stella Artois has been having a strict ritual for pouring the beer into the glass. It is a 9-step ritual, some very precise and rigorous steps. And, for sharing this legacy with the world, Stella Artois has been organizing World Draught Masters contest for the last 14 years, where bartenders from all over the world compete in fulfilling the ritual.On Friday, September 24th, the

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"INVITATION Tuesday, September 21st, 2010 Barmania and Tonka Soul Café Are organizing the 2nd stage of BARMANIADA 2010 BARMANIADA 2010 Powered by Doncafe""We have

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The wife tells her husband:“Baby, I bought myself a 3-piece bathing suite.”“How nice, good for you, but what do you mean by 3 pieces?!?”“A hat, sun glasses and slippers!" :PAs you can see from the above picture, the summer passes, everything passes, except for the wine. And the hats...

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Hello, Hi,I haven’t managed to write you for some time now but finally I am doing it now, because I have to tell you about the coolest thing I have recently discovered over here. I don’t know if there is such thing anywhere in Romania, but I haven’t heard of it, so I don’t think so. It’s super cool! (C’mon! If you think of what I think you think, shame on you and please write your self-criticism,

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A lady client in a www.e-Restaurant.ro from Berlin tells the bartender:“Give me a chivirzdnerkilmaskishbrungaldmerk with lemon!”The bartender:“Sorry, a chivirzdnerkilmaskishbrungaldmerk with what?”

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The moments when a successful date could become embarrassing due to dilemmas such as who pays the bill are not just a few. The etiquette changes from one generation to the other and there are many times when you don’t know what the approach of the person you go out with is, especially if you are at your first date.Even though in the etiquette books of 1800’s is mentioned that “it is unacceptable

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After a lot of beers with friends at www.e-Restaurant.ro, William gets home almost at sunrise. In his confused mind he thinks his wife will fight with him so he thinks to appease her a bit. He gets upstairs slowly, he sneaks in the bedroom, gets under the blanket and starts offering oral sex to his wife.After he finishes, he sneaks out to the toilet to prepare himself for sleeping, being very

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Margineanu’s song (in the end of this article) has nothing to do with the subject of this article, except for the creatures mentioned in the title. I am not a food critic, but I am back with an article about the adventures of my taste buds, following a request of Mr. Costin Staicu from www.e-Restaurant.ro. This time is not about a restaurant from my home-sweet-home Romania, but from the Bel’

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A guy is entering a www.e-Restaurant.ro with a lot of scratches all over his face, hands, arms and with his outfits torn apart. Seeing him this way, his friends are asking him what had happened to him.“I have just buried my mother-in-law.”“And what connection has this with your scratches?”“She didn’t want me to…”

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Dear Cristina, India is a vast country and in every state the food is different. Different spices, different oils, methods of cooking and also the pungency vary. Whilst I was in Bangalore recently, my sister and brother-in-law took me to BARBEQUE NATION restaurant. The place surely lives up to the standards they profess to have and its semi-open air restaurant adds to having a lot

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The first stage (the SPEED) of the 2010 Barmaniada took place at Tonka Soul Café last week, which reminded me that I owe you the story of the last one of last year’s – MIXOLOGY, where we were invited by Miruna Sfia.Our table was booked in the press zone, the interest for this event was very big.But the images speak for themselves on how captivated the public was...As we couldn’t have stayed "dry"

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A woman’s ideal day:08:15 – Waking up with kisses and padding with a petal of an imported rose 08:30 – Body weight measuring – 2 kgs less than yesterday08:45 – Breakfast in bed (croissant, fresh orange juice) Present opening (5-carat diamond ring chosen by the careful partner). 08:50 – news at "Shopping channel" (big discounts at Gucci). 09:15 – Hot bath with aromatic oils. 10:15 – Light

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Usually I do a stupid thing because this is how I have taken it over in time, because this is how it should be done, and the things one does because “this is how it should be done” are usually stupid. As in, some guy, the first and only one, thought of doing some thing. Another one saw the first one and did it, too. So, there was a second one and the term “this is how it should be done” was born.

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A traveler gets to “George and the Dragon” inn. He knocks at the door, a female half-opens it and asks:“What do you want?”“I would like to stay over night and if you would have some food, too…”“We don’t have!”And she bangs the door in his face.He knocks again, the door half-opens again and the same female asks:“What do you want?”“Could I please talk to George, too…?”

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I was telling you last week in two articles how Romanians (still) celebrate the national day of communist Romania – August the 23rd, the full fridge day, as someone named it.Let me tell you a few things (just the beginning) on how I spent the National Day of Romania – December the 1st, 2009, wandering through and exploring Carpathian Garden (aka Farm Ville)...So that, the day when a lot of blond

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A man gets back from work, throws himself down in his favorite armchair in the living room, switches on the TV and tells his wife:“Quickly, get me a beer before it starts!”His wife looks at him puzzled, but she gets him a beer. The guy downs the beer quickly and says:“Quckly, get me another beer coz it’s about to start!”Pissed off, his wife brings him a beer, though, mumbling.He downs this beer,

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Yes, it is about the child of the sheep and the ram. About its chops, more precisely. :D Whom a made friends with unexpectedly somewhere far away from my home sweet home Romania :P Probably like many of you, I was not eating lamb/mutton or derivative for anything in the world!! Not on Easter and any other occasion. I was not eating it and that was it. I always thought it was stinky and this

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Two ex-schoolmates are meeting up. One of them says:“A lot of our colleagues are already divorced, but you have been married for 15 years and everyone says you have a happy marriage. What is your secret?”“Well, my wife and I decided that life should not be boring, plain. That is why we go out to the restaurant. We start with a romantic dinner with candles, then we go downstairs to the bar, we

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Bucharest, a 2.5 hours flight, Tunisia, and we are already on the African continent. Although a very popular destination among Romanians, Tunisia is almost “virgin” when it comes to gastronomy as long as the tourists are happy to eat whatever they can get from the hotel.But since one can discover neither the charm without visiting nor the gastronomy without tasting as much as one can, let’s put

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Shaka Zulu was a great chief of Zulu people on South African territory and lived from 1787 till September 1828 when he was assassinated by his step brother who succeeded to the throne.His people both loved and hated him at the same time. They loved him and were proud of him because he managed to unite all Zulu tribes in one, but hated him because the above followed to a never ending 10-year war

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A guy gets in a pub and says:“Six double whiskeys, please.”The bartender:“You must have had a hard day.”“Yes, I have just found out that my elder brother is a gay.”The next day the same guy steps in the same pub and orders the same drinks. The bartender asks him the same thing and the guy answers:“Yes, I have just found out that my younger brother is a gay.”The third day the same thing. The

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Dear friend,How are you doing? I hope everything is well with you and your family and you are enjoying being in Romania with them.I am still on vacation at home in Egypt, at Cairo, as you know, and these are my last vacation days before going back to work, to Dubai. To celebrate these last moments of vacation I went to a nice restaurant together with a part of my family. Just as I was telling you

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After 21 years from Revolution, some Romanians are still celebrating the National Day of Bolshevik Romania with spritzers and Brass band music.When I asked them what it was celebrated every year on August, the 23rd, what the significance of this particular day was, each of them gave me a different answer – either that they were off from work, or that they could find mici and beer, which didn’t

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A lot of those who are reading these lines don’t remember any more, a lot of them have nothing to remember because they are very young. Today is August, the 23rd, National Day of Romania for more than 4 decades, celebrating the soviet invasion in our country. Some were happy on this great day’s occasion, some others were not.For instance, the pupils and university students were not happy because

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A guy comes back home after a long night at the restaurant. He sneaks in the house, quietly, and heads to the stairs leading to the bedroom. Unfortunately, he misses the first step and, trying to cling to the railing, he turns and falls down on his ass. The two whiskey bottles in his back pockets break apart underneath him. Hardly refraining himself from screaming of pain, he gets up, removes his

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As everybody knows, the main symbol of Venice is water. Who has sea sick shoud go to Sahara. The ferry, water taxi, gondola, speed boat or ship are the means of transportations in this place. The only places where one can see some cars are in the little bus station or on Lido beach: but they are the ones that connect the city with the rest of Italy. Water transportation is pretty expensive: a

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At 3.00 a.m. John comes home from the pub, really drunk, cursing, with signs that he was involved in a fight. He stumbles in the hallway, throws up on the carpet, demolishes a few unidentified objects which break apart, he gets with his forehead against the bedroom door, finally he finds himself in the bed and falls asleep.In the morning he wakes up in an idyllic athmosphere. He could hear birds

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I have never written a “Review” for a Restaurant or a Guest House. And after many trials of doing such an “assessment” of a place where one can enjoy the true Romanian hospitality, I decided to write this article about a Guest House which I got fond of from the first moment!And, as you have figured out from the title, it is about DOMNESCU GUEST HOUSE (Pensiunea Domnescu) from Săliştea.Every time

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Here is an announcement in a French pub:“In the case of a terrorist attack, keep calm, pay your check and then run as fast as you can!”

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Some time ago I promised one of my friends from www.e-Restaurant.ro that I will write an article about a restaurant I liked very much. Well, the time for me to keep my promise has come now and I will write about National Restaurant in Radauti, the born place of the famous “soup a la Radauti”. My mouth is watering only by thinking of this delicacy.The adventure began two years ago when I had just

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The www.e-Restautant.ro team wishes a Happy Name Day to all the bearers of the name Mary or derivatives and offers them a flower and a glass of wine! :)And now let’s hear the voice of a famous Maria - Maria Ozana Barabancea:

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How would James Bond order a pizza if he would come to Romania in mission?Sarmale. Pizza with sarmale :D(Note: sarmale = stuffed cabbage)

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Two wives, talking about the previous night:The first one:“Last night was terrible. My man came home tired, he gulped some stuffed cabbage, took advantage of me for 2 minutes and went to sleep.”The other one:“Last night was one of the greatest of my life. I came home from work, he was waiting for me with lit candels. He took me out to a restaurant where we had a great meal and champagne. We came

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My dear bulimic sons, I have some bad news: I read a book! I know, reading is not nice, but it happens….. And this book is not one that passes unnoticed, because it simply shakes our gastronomic system & belief! As a conclusion, don’t read if you want a peaceful life! This is the reason the shepards live a long peaceful life, because there are no book shops on top of the mountains! I am a reader

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I am in a moment of my life when I simply must sanction any kind of idiocy, narrow mind, stupidity and lack of common sense. By doing this I do not mean to put myself somewhere on top, but simply to amend the lack of civilization around me, at least in writing, at least on this blog, based on the fact that I myself have my own drawback’s and dogmatisms which, instead, I try to make myself aware

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Eastern Europe. Romania. Bucharest. Unirii Square. Unirea Shopping Center. 4th floor. Monday, January 18th, 2010. A few fast-food restaurants compete in special offers. “No smoking” sign is posted all around. At the tables, highschool kids are showing off with chicks and cigarettes between their teeth. Somewhere near the escalators a 30-ish year old couple is watching a movie at their laptop.

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As I was saying LAST TIME, everything was ok with the family of four – mother, father and two kiddies. As in, they got their drinks, soups, bread, butter, main course, salads and desserts just on time, respectively. But don’t rush to laud me because the credits were not mine. All right, I did bring my contribution to getting them the main course and dessert (these dishes were the easiest to

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For some time now, in certain outlets, the waiter offers you a small appetizer “on the house” to keep you busy until your order is ready; could be a slice of bread with butter or garlic, some cedar cheese with pepper, olives, a shot drink or… anything else, not expensive and not filling at all – so after that you will be able to have the food and drinks you ordered.As of myself, around Christmas

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Until recently, the 3-in-1 concept for me was restricted to shampoos and detergents. Until I landed to Base looking for a present for my boyfriend. To stroll through beautiful Bucharest, full of plashes and mudholes and dirty snow, before Christmas is a real calvary. Just like in any other day, actually. But that day, that night of December 23rd, I was knackered. With my feet wet, frozen to the

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So, what happened to the mother, father and two kids waiting quietly for someone to take their order? As I was saying in the previous EPISODE, Vali, as in, I, went to take their orderrrrrrrrr. :) They ordered everything, as I already said, and asked me different questions from the menu card, I messed up, but I was able to answer some questions though (just a few of them), I was not getting to

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Who isn’t fascinated by Orient?!?Well, I am, from the geisha’s myths to the Oriental cuisine I am never reluctant to learn new things. The spices and the variety of mixes which lead to one of the best stuff for the taste buds always make me go to Chinese restaurants with great pleasure. No matter where I might find myself in this big world I never miss the opportunity to try the Oriental cuisine,

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After a well deserved vacation now I am back and offering you a treat with a joke on 2 things very dear to us – shawarma and sex! Enjoy! :DThe shawarma shop is packed. The lady over there shouts: “Who has it small and made of chicken?”

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I was coming from Bucharest by train. In the compartment there were two girls who were working in Italy: they got down at Barlad. One of them was explaining to the other travelers, not very knowledgeable in cuisine matters:“I come home every year because I miss Romanian cuisine! Over there, in Milan, I cannot find bortsch, stuffed cabbage and polenta! Ahhh, they're so yammi!”Of course they are

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Wellllllllll. Now, when I know from HERE how to carry the tray, I know the menu and how to take an order, the next thing is... implementing everything :D. But... not yet, what’s the hurry? I still had something left to learn: what should I do after I take the order? Vali, go and take the order from that table over there, come on, they are the only ones in the restuarnt and it is easy. You have to

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Romanians, in general, and Moldavians, in particular, who left Romania to live abroud either because this is what they wanted to do, or because they were forced to, getting to settle down in the old sunny Hellas, the Greece of today, so hit by the troubles of the economic crisis, so, our greek co-citizens who pass through Athens and wish to remember what they wanted to forget – can do it in one

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If you are afraid of putting on weight, try drinking 100 ml cognac before each meal. The cognac, as everybody knows, reduces fear. And since we have got to this subject, here are the ages of cognac which you can recognize by the initials on the bottle:- V.S. (Very Special) minimum 2 years old;- V.S.O.P. (Very Special Old Pale) minimum 4 years old;- X.O. and Napoleon for the minimum 6 year old

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There was a stormy, even... typhoony evening of a siberian winter on Sunday, just perfect for going on a trip through our European capital.And since we needed a precise destination, we chose National Opera House Bucharest !There was an anniversary night honoring the ballet dancer Roxana Colceag and for this occasion LA BAYADERE was scheduled (a two part ballet by Ludwig Minkus, choreography by

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This is a picture we received from a male fan of our blog with restaurants. Now it is our female fans’ turn and I hope they will be equiped with bow tie and top hat only for being consistent with our mascot! :D

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Client: Hello, good evening, I would like to order two pizza’s.Telephone Operator: Thank you for calling Pizza Hot, sir. Could you give me your identity number (NIDN: national ID number), please?Client: My national identity number... yes, just a moment. 6102049998-45-54610T.O.: Thank you, Mr. X. I can see that you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive and your phone no. is 494-2366. You work phone no. at

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Well, since i learnt how to carry the tray HERE, I only had to learn the menu card and then i was ready to go out in the cruel world ;), to actually do my job of a waitress, which i was. So my supervisor handed me the menu card and asked me to learn it and if i had any questions i should ask him or any other colleague. This was to happen during work hours when i didn’t have anything to do in

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…Yes, et in Arcadia ego! Ever since I was 17, when I first read Hasek’s masterpiece, and then every year – while reading it, because the Svejk’s lover’s duty is to read his adventures every year, religiously, and laugh spasmodically just as every time it is the first time one comes across his jokes! – so for almost four decades I had been DREAMING to enter the outlet attended by the great soldier

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At the school, Bula’s teacher asks the class to make a phrase with the expression “mother is only one” as homework. The next day the teacher asks Bula’s classmates about the phrases they made with “mother is only one”.“John, what have you written?”“Well, when I was ill my mother always stayed with me, mother is only one.”“Good for you!”“What about you, George, what have you written?”‘When I didn’

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They say about books there should be a specific moment when you come across them, so I suppose it’s the same in the case of taverns. Or, otherwise I cannot explain the following happening. My steps have led me thousand times on Dr. Felix street during the last 15 years. The one that comes from Buzesti and gets to Titulescu. On the corner, at the junction with Al. I. Cuza street, there is a lit

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Two blonds in a sports pub:“Look, dear, see those two guys over there who play table football and drink bear?“Yes…”“Well, the one on the left hand side is my husband and the one on the right hand side is my lover!”“Hmmmm, very strange, in my case, it is the other way around!...”

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Since the grass is always greener at home and the bread is more tasty in one’s native place, I decided to present to you one of my favourite restaurants in Targu Jiu. If you came all the way to find Brancusi’s masterpieces, or to enjoy the International Festival of Traditional Music that fills the old town of Jiu river with joy or you are just passing by, it is worth a stop at Hanul Domnesc.You

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An Oltenian was lauding himself to a Transilvanyan:“Listen, I made a 38 degree palinca…”“Hey man, that is fever, not palinca, palinca is over 50 degrees…”

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Coming back to work after the winter holidays, in frost and icy streets, is like a hammer hit right in your head. This is my opinion. With all this unhappiness in me, I got out in the gray Cotroceni Road to look for a food source. Right across the street, a well known banner hits my sight: gastro-pub THE JACK ! Suddenly I got all these memories: rock, drunkennesses, dancing on tables, summer

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