a few days ago the flyer of dar nador was in the postbox. I usually throw away when no product that appeals to me is offered in it, but here I spoke with pizza Greek, and so I visited the nardor. service the man behind the pizzeria’s tress was friendly, but in his civilian clothes did not see as a professional cook. fleets labor speed also seemed to him a strange word, a happy, apart from me, only two more people were present in the back part of the pizzeria. 2* I ordered the food pizza greece with fresh tomato, peperoni sausage, olive, garlic, wobbles and cheese. to home then I found out that the olives have missed which already look at picking up in the pizzabox? the teig was the vulnerabi...
