Like the human beings, Bucovina, the proud flower of the Romanian earth has its charm and personality, even a special fragrance, a flavor and a discretion that exhibits from its first contact with man the beauty of nature, culture and faith.

    Bucovina is where you are closest to nature. The place where a simple, divine beauty reigns. Here your gaze is lost between the dew drops of grass, between the clear blue sky, between the mountains and the vast forests. Here in the heart of Bucovina smells the sun, the rain, the hay barely mown.

    The Bukovinians are hardworking, capable and very kind people. I speak to you in a soft, calm tone, and I look at you in the eye of their eyes, of many, of a celestial blue. Feast you with real dishes, made by old recipes since the world, but better than anything other than you have tasted ever since. Stew it with sour cream, bay with sheep’s cheese, berserk and other weeds and a little natural spirits do not fall hard. All are natural, fresh, produced in the house.