on our search for a restaurant we stumbled upon a place similar to our hostel and soon to opened as such. but before the opening the owner promised us a party with everything other iranian parties are missing. okay! we didn’t really believe in what we were promised but wouldn’t miss even the slightest chance this guy was telling the truth.
we weren’t suprised that there was no party when we arrived the other day, mainly because the guests from teheran were stuck with their bus in bad weather we were told. we stayed for a cup of tea and later joined some locals and part of the owner’s family. soon tables and chairs were put aside, a laptop replaced the dj, a pot of arak the bar and the evening was well spend after all…
the place with the last guests on the dancefloor…