We decided to treat ourselves for our last night inTbil i at a lovely little restaurant just up the hill from the hostel towards the citadel on Narikala Hill, after which the restaurant is named. It has an inside dining room, but we were much more invested in sitting on their roof terrace, which has some great views out over the city. We weren't sure we could afford it as it looked very smart and there were no prices up outside. So we decided to order a couple of G&Ts and inspect the menu. Reassured we could avoid doing the washing up if we were careful, we ordered a mixed vegetable hors d'oeuvre, which turned out to be a platter of variously coloured bite-sized balls of flavours we couldn't quite place, but which were delicious, rolled in sessame seeds. for our main courses, Juli ordered Chicken Shashlic and I had grilled trout, which we shared, accompanied by a simple Georgian 'peasant' salad*.
[Please note: peasant salads are no longer made with real peasants.]
