Well, finally a normal restaurant. No gardens, orchards, meadows, fields, forests, jungles, deserts.
Just a normal restaurant. Walls. Ceiling. Floor. Tables. A lamp on each table. Space furnished a bit like a reading room.
A bit avant-garde this restaurant is. A bit anarchistic..... And there is a standard, normal menu on tables – this is the element of avant-gardness, of anarchy: the presence of menu and its ordinariness.... As ordinary and simple the menu is as are the tables it is lying on. A printed menu. Just an ordinary sheet of paper. Only this paper is made of apples. Why not? Of this variety called paper apples. And the courses are also very attractive. And abstract, too. Artistic – one could say. Poetic – it would sound better.

This is the name of this restaurant. Really rare. Looks like a unique name. Never met before. Never and nowhere. As if normal. Totally unattractive. Boring and repelling. Is there anything more indigestible than grammar?