Though the bar was actually vestigially (Balkan), but with a (half Balkan) and (half Asian) clientele, because a mixed couple had since bought it and compromised.
At the bar itself was most (Balkan) males in tight t-shirts and necklaces, one of whom was both very macho and ordering sex-on-the-beaches (which phrase he said accented amidst other Slavic words in his order to the bartender), and up in the restaurant area was (Asians) eating.
The menu itself was mostly (Asian) but also has a(n Asian) sandwich and roll thing using (Balkan) kebab meat, and I decided to get the roll thing with (Balkan) kebab meat, since the whole thing was very very unique and you just kind of had to.
As it turns out, the (Balkan) husband of the couple was at home barbecuing like ten years ago and his wife was making those (Asian) rolls, and he insisted that she fire the meat in, though she was aghast at first.
And, they've made them ever since at home, and now in their new business.
"What do you think of this?", I asked the (fit) (blonde) (Balkan) waitress, as I was finishing up the roll thing.
"I don't like it," she was like, and she then explained that she liked the hybrid sandwich thing, but the roll thing was "too much like a salad."
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