Odessa eats. Eats loudly and with appetite. With music or without. Tasty and not really. At its own expense or on the arm. To celebrate or just to satisfy the hunger. Local delicacies and European cuisine specialties. Eats in the morning, not early though, for lunch, for nuncheaon, for dinner and especially – at night. In a gaggle, in small circles, with families, with beautiful women, with nearest and with strangers, sometimes in private…
Using cutlery or hands, slurping or chewing monotonically and thoroughly. Cold or hot dish, washing or dry, quickly or on the run…
Home-restaurant-street cooked, fancy and just delicious. Eats cause lives, lives cause eats.
And nothing gonna stop my Odessa. Stop loving life, which means loving eating and treating. Food affair is just as important as love affair. Our mothers always cook better than women we have love affairs with. Wherever we land, scattered Odessa residents, we bring our food culture with us. Not like a parachute, dragging behind, but like a banner – proudly in front of us.
We are made of “Odessa dough”, grew up by the sea, covered with roughness and tan, we have attitude, our language and humor, everybody has their own worried grandma, the only and best ODESSA CUISINE of the peoples of the word.
