Vaguely seedy, thanks in part to the peep shows that flank it. The Assatarian family seem to know everyone who comes through the door at Armine, and this place appears to double as a card school and drinking den for men in leather jackets. If you've come for the food, not a chat and a vodka, the owners grill shish kebabs on an open coal fire and fill your table with salads, pilaf and dolma.

(14-50zł)