A small crowd outside was enough to attract us like bees with flowers.
Our way into Pyana Vyshnya was literally a red carpet of lights, every step welcomed by a portion of ceiling made out of bottles filled with a ruby liquid, until we made to the counter, a wooden bar fronting a wall of casks.
Me: ‘Hi, what can we drink here?’.
Bartender: ‘Cherry liquor...’.
Bartender: Cherry liquor!’.
Me: ‘I’ll get 2 glasses, thanks!’.