Even though this place is a formal restaurant, because it's a buffet, the drinks are also self-service.
If it were à la carte, you could pay two euros to get a large paper cup, drink as much as you want, entirely self-serve.
Sergy looked back over his shoulder, initially planning to eat with his girlfriend, but considering she was busy now, he decided not to disturb her.
So he ran to get himself half a cup of ice, filled his paper cup with cola, and smiling, he found a random seat outside, eagerly taking two pizza boxes out of the paper bag to open.
The freshly baked pizzas were steaming hot, with cheese on the surface still bubbling.
A rich aroma rushed out, completely devoid of the familiar tomato scent one might expect, instead carrying a strong beef aroma.
When he saw the head chef preparing them earlier, he was somewhat surprised that among these four pizza flavors, there wasn't a trace of tomato. Could they taste good?
