The Romanian language had inherited the word "bridge" and we mentioned this not only to explain the primary meaning of street paved with oaken planks, but also to emphasize that all the facts that change the course of a story, take place under a bridge, on a crossing space; in this way met Harap Alb with the Hairless Man , or better said with the unbeknown sides of destiny.

This is how started also our story, on the Parsimoniuses's Bridge (Podul Calicilor), when in an ordinary day of 1991, the laziness of the vagabond dogs was strongly disturbed, and somebody planted cypresses and oleanders and reopened an old restaurant at the crossing road with Ulita Gladiolelor.

Of course that the poor language of market-people wasn't able to say that a person, precisely a lady had revived the frisky spirit of the crazy times and opened a cabaret of little Paris.

And the unknown goblin of Parsimoniousness' Bridge got out of the rut, knotting the ancient and the present pyre of time, and in this way the new Jariste became a chic local, where people came to discover the town and the losted customs.

Behind the tavern, we front a hard battle with the ancient Romanian receipts, taken from the dowry journals of girls a century ago and bequeathed from generation to generation.

The vegetables and rice plates of Stambul race with the finest French suffleurs, and the fatty baked meals of the North race with the confection and Mediterranean ice creams. Vegetables in tomatoes sauces and the Russian lobsters, the Volos olives and the Pind Mountains cheeses stay nearby the smoke-dried fowl or meat.

But is better the secrets to remain secrets and to not tell more about the jams and stews made at commensurate fire by the mistress's hands itselves.

To the delight of the body, we add also the delight of the soul: fiddlers singing from the sunset to the late night, beyond the wolf hour.

he old Romanian ballads and the yearning songs of shepherds are dissipates through folk songs and contra dances, through the troubadours' areas and the sansonnets from Moulin Rouge.

And the humble kettledrum try to win each evening the giant piano brought from the Vienna' s studios.

About the girls that are flying through the air, in shades of blue and pink, only the ticking and the syncopes of noblemen's arteries may tell anything.

The ambitious try, the story " Les annes folles" of this local, this place chosed by you represents the headlong way and the destinies on glory horses.