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You're a man with a Soviet past founded in heaven's Ticino, or a tourist who's suddenly covered in nostalgia on Russian food? You're definitely here! No, of course, the cherished sedaddle would not be in the menu. But you're waiting for her capitalist analogue, branzino under the slaughter of salt. I guarantee it's the only place in the canton where you can take it. Don't follow him to Adriatic! What's so Russian in this dish, ask you. Dimensions like all the other dishes that cook here. You think we're: