I must say that for me these khachapuri - memories of childhood. Sure the original recipe did not look, but my version is a delicious alternative. And if you are lucky enough to find true stone, then your house will be a small celebration! In the eighties, sad to say, the last century, my family lived in Tbilisi. I was a little girl and my memories of this lovely ancient town jerky, but bright as all childhood memories. It was in Tbilisi one small cafe in the city centre, where trained video cameras, and it was called "Lagidze Waters". To taste khachapuri, had to defend a long line which ended right on the street. The cafe was in the basement, with a beautiful marble staircase down. Huge on the countertop next to the cash register brought trays with square khachapuri and laid out on plates. Delicious khachapuri, of course, I never ate.