Turandot a place where a Chinese princess and a French king could be tasting viands while laughing merrily with happiness.

And where now in a fine baroque ambience one can indulge in countless culinary masterpieces of European and Asian cuisine. Turandot – the rustle of evening dresses, the voice of a bird of paradise on a golden tree and the beauty that is undreamt-of for a mere mortal.

Or could one have dreamt it? Only the initiated are aware of existence of a magic world of dreams. This world exists not only within the dreams, this world is real. Its name is Turandot.