In the park of Gheorghe Petraşcu, in the heart of the Green district of Bucharest, we give each day a meeting at the Green Bistro. It's that little bistro, close to home, where you feel at home. It's where you come when you want to eat a good pizza, but also when you're craving gourmet specialties-mountain hunk, French immigrant, spoiled dick pulp in duck lard or pastrami in sheep's tenderloin. It is the refuge of friends who want to enjoy matches together with a cold beer in their hands and parents who want to relax at a cake, as long as children play in the park.