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A crowded room, an accordian playing, a piano with candles lit dancing in the dim light pulls one into intimacy with their table as they huddle close in conversation. From the Georgian menu we decided to order an array of grilled vegitables, hachapori, dumplings and keebobs. We picked and nibbled and shared food and conversation. Before we knew it the night was over and it was time to pull out the umbrellas to head home.
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