4/5 Archon C. 2 years ago on Google • 139 reviews
Indeed,
Mr.
Giannis
the
owner
is
extremely
friendly
and
helpful
and
I
think
that
Stroll
is
a
special
place
-
a
small
oasis
that
offers
clean
drinks
made
with
respect.
If
you
look
at
the
maps,
you
might
think
that
Stroll
is
a
place
only
to
go
in
the
evening
(where
it
is
admittedly
magical
with
the
lights
and
music),
but
the
truth
is
that
it
is
worth
visiting
even
early
since
it
is
open
from
at
two
in
the
afternoon.
The
prices
in
the
general
context
of
cocktail
bars
without
deterrent
limits,
indicatively
the
gin
and
tonic
is
7
euros
while
the
Zombie
is
8.5
and
even
though
it
is
served
in
a
small
Tika
glass
it
is
quite
strong.
The
decor
is
quite
simple
but
not
necessarily
tacky
although
personally
I
would
totally
remove
the
dried
flowers
from
the
tables
and
add
more
plants.
With
all
due
respect
and
honestly
because
I
want
to
help
this
business,
I
would
like
to
suggest
and
suggest
that
lids
be
put
on
the
toilet
bowls
immediately
because
for
so
many
reasons
that
I
don't
want
to
comment
on
they
can't
not
be
there
no
matter
how
clean
they
are
bathrooms.
Apart
from
these,
I
think
that
the
kitchen
needs
enrichment
with
some
snacks,
while
I
would
consider
it
smart
to
put
into
operation
Happy
Hours
or
special
offers
that
could
attract
more
people.
I
would
like
anyone
who
reads
this
to
visit
the
Stroll
and
support
it.
For
these
and
for
these
I
give
experimentally
four
stars
because
I
really
want
to
promote
the
effort
of
Giannis
but
if
lids
are
not
put
in
the
basins
I
will
be
forced
to
put
three
stars.
With
all
due
respect.
I
dedicate
to
Mr.
Giannis
a
part
of
my
short
story
titled
"The
Food
of
the
Gods":
Darkness
gives
birth
to
dreams...
He
makes
dreams,
in
shadows
mad
with
excitement
and
words
that
fell
silent
in
the
face
of
excitement.
Darkness
is
a
friend.
It
refines
wants
and
dresses
them
beautifully
in
moon
dust,
forges
promises
that
may
never
dare
be
spoken,
and
cools
off
heroically
in
the
first
light
of
dawn.
Darkness
is
magical
after
all,
it
accompanies
passions
and
desires,
not
in
a
matter
of
semnotyphy,
but
almost
theatrically,
hedonistically
interweaving
sensuality
together
with
hot
breaths
and
endless
kisses.
And
the
world
suddenly
has
loaded
cherries
and
butterscotch
and
happy
smiles,
paper
boats
and
unruly
shiny
balloons,
mothers
hugging
their
babies
and
fat
lazy
clouds
roaming
the
skies.
The
world
suddenly
turns
pink,
but
also
blue,
and
red,
it
becomes
sweet
like
the
Merenda
of
our
childhood,
the
world
becomes
so
da,
like
a
grain
of
wheat
ready
to
sprout,
and
it
is
yours,
your
convict,
what
a
Divine
illusion..
.
The
eyes
struggle
and
agonize,
they
close
only
fleetingly
because
they
can't
stand
so
much
beauty,
they
endlessly
eat
the
image,
the
lust,
the
passion,
voracious
deluded
eyes,
damn
you.
;-)
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