So after enjoying my little adventures, thirsty, hungry and foot sore it was definitely beer o'clock. But where?
From what I had seen there was very little choice of eateries and certainly bereft of a macadees.
Down a few dusty back streets, by accident, I stumbled across KANTORA 19. There are no fancy dan signs, just a hand pained name on a wall; nothing to suggest it was probably one of the best eating/drinking places I found in the whole 3 weeks!!
Just a gate in a brickwall through which I could see some bits of street art. That grabbed my attention and drew me in, like a moth to a flame.
At first I thought it was someone's back garden!
Then I saw it and realised I had found an oasis.
I made myself comfortable; as the saying goes, "The first two didn't touch the sides". That kept the young waitress busy!
At the third I can report that it was a crisp refreshing and nicely chilled Georgian Pilsner.
All this snapping has made me rather peckish. Beer n Pizza, have I died and gone to heaven?
That had to me in all honesty, sorry Dominoes, Papa Johns, pizzahut et al. But that was the best pizza I have ever eaten,
I mean c'mon look at all those jalapeños for a start. Hot spicy with gallons of tomato sauce.
So as the sun began to set it was time to settle my bill and find the fucking hotel I was staying in
6 beers 1 pizza all for 47 Georgian Lari the equivalent of just under £15.
See, it is just a hole in the wall
Oh! and there is that big fuck off castle I decided not to visit earlier.
