During our tour Monday Boris pointed out this restaurant off Nevsky Prospect as “a good place to get traditional Russian food,”, so we headed here for dinner post-shopping.
I saw they had Fanta on the menu and while I don’t touch the stuff in the States, I find that the European version’s flavor and bubbles are much to my liking. When the waitress came to take our order, I asked for “Fanta limon.”
“Limon?” she asked, skeptically.
“Da, limon,” I replied. The menu hadn’t listed flavor options, so I wasn’t sure if her question was because they didn’t offer that variety or because she didn’t understand my pseudo-Russian. She moved on to Dad’s order though (“Kvass!”), so I assumed all was fine and patted myself on the back for my communication skills.
…Until she brought the drinks. A Pepsi Light for Mom, a Kvass for Dad, and this for me:
I flagged her down when she brought the appetizers and tried again, this time with greater success:
It tasted American.
Dad, meanwhile, enjoyed his Kvass, posing with an appropriate face:
On to the food pictures!
|Various Pirogi (bread filled with meat, cabbage, or mushroom)|
|This one was mushroom|
|Meat Jell-O with horseradish and mustard.
Mom and Dad liked it.
I prefer my meat less jiggly.
|My main course – a meat and potato stew cooked in a clay pot with bread on top|
|Dumplings with Sour Cream|
|Potato Pancakes with Sour Cream|
|This was the best dessert we ate – a cake with layers of carmel, chocolate, and peanut butter mousse.|