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In the village where I live there is this small place, called "Tessa". Actually, Tessa is the name of the owner.
She is that incredible woman, who at her 40ties decides to leave her life in England to come to Bulgaria. And she does it. Here, in a search of a simple life, she moves in the village. Soon enough the foreign logistic manager gets bored and starts to crave something to do. This is how Tessa's "Tessa" was born.
What stricks me most is her energy. Nowadays she is at her fifties, but all the energy needed for the place to function, comes from her. When she is working (always) she stands by the door and awaits the customers. When someone sits on a table, she goes by and personally greats him/her.
In the mean while she is the only one who knows what is happening at every moment in the restaurant and uses her voice as a natural message system to inform her stuff what needs to be done "Table 5 waits for the check!", "Bring immediately forks on table one!", "Menus here, please!". Nothing escapes her attention. She is the mind and the soul of the place.