Everyone in Baku knows the name Nuşitos. 850K+ followers, a community built over 5 years, thousands of laughs, hundreds of 'where should we eat' messages. Then one day he thought: why stay on the screen? The restaurant was born in that moment — for the same people, with the same laughter, only this time not in the mid-June heat of Baku but in one room, all year round.

Here, behind every recipe there is a memory. Dushbara simmers the way his grandmother made it, Dovga keeps the taste of home, and Plov is left untouched by any 'modern interpretation.' The grill is still the grill — over the coals, turned by hand, prepared before your eyes.

Vegetables from local markets, fish from coastal towns, meat from the countryside — nothing frozen, nothing pre-made. Because we wanted every plate set before you to feel like home.

This restaurant simply carries Nuşitos' name. It is the physical form of the human network he has built over the years. When you walk in, you are not a guest — you take your place at the table.

“This is not a restaurant — it is a table that begins every evening.”