There are many stories like this one.
You sit down at the table to have breakfast, open the jam jar, and spread it on the bread. The act is the same as any other breakfast, but today, after the first slice, you felt a jolt, a twinge of pain, a cramp.
At first, perhaps, you didn’t notice it, but that cramp returned to torment you at every breakfast. As time went by, the suffering increased and brought with it displeasure and irritability. Then the checks began and the diagnosis was: celiac disease.
But from suffering comes rebirth, you pick yourself up, and we too have decided to do something to help you.
And like a bud peeking out in the warmth of spring, the solution was born: the restaurantFlora.