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| Tavern “The Gold Coin” – entrance | The entrance for the master’s spot | |||||||
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| The Gold Coin – the haiduks’ room | The master’s spot | The Treasure-hunter’s dining-room | ||||||
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... By the way, the
lamb’s meat, the kid’s meat and the veal, as well as the rabbits and
the chickens are from my own farm. The Europeans call them happy
(free) animals, I call them pampered, because they graze freely on
the meadows of mountain Stara Planina, not knowing what the words
antibiotics or hormones mean. Our yoghurt, the cheese from sheep’s
and goats’ milk are also unique, because we produce them ourselves
and we don’t skim the milk. You can order dishes cooked by your own
recipes, having in mind the products which you can see in the menu. |
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| The old stone wall of the tavern | The garden with the coppers | The old closet in the garden | ||||||
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My grandfather Ivan,
whom I don’t remember, had been an incorrigible feaster and drunkard
and he died at the age of 40. He kept a smoked up but cheerful
tavern in a neighborhood in the town of Plovdiv, called Karshiaka;
it was very close to the river – at the corner of the former
commercial street “Karlovska”. He was the best griller at this side
of the river – this fact filled his tavern with songs and rattling
of chairs till the early morning, and the thrilling and sweet smell
from the grill floated over the whole neighborhood. |
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| The garden at twilight | Among the green of “The Gold Coin” | The square site | ||||||
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...And
so, I had only two pictures left from my grandfather at home. On the
first one, he and my father have wriggled their heads out of the
holes of a cardboard, painted as an airplane. From the pilot’s cabin
was peeping out the curly, astonished child’s head of my father and
right behind him was my grandfather with a floating painted pilot’s
scarf and a proud look on his face. They were flying over Plovdiv,
over the river and the hills, almost ascending to the heavens. The
second picture was a real treasure. There you can see Ivancho – the
griller, sitting on the wooden floor, negligently leaning against
the wall, with twisted lecherous moustaches and with a glazy stare.
In his solemnly stretched arm he’s holding his bowler hat … |
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Contacts: 0888 560 840, 0896 829 238, e-mail: bgkostenkovci@yahoo.com |
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Bed and breakfast: 30 lv. per person |
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