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:
Whoops.
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!
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| Various Pirogi (bread filled with meat, cabbage, or mushroom) |
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| This one was mushroom |
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| Meat Jell-O with horseradish and mustard. Mom and Dad liked it. I prefer my meat less jiggly. |
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| My main course - a meat and potato stew cooked in a clay pot with bread on top |
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| Dumplings with Sour Cream |
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| Potato Pancakes with Sour Cream |
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| This was the best dessert we ate - a cake with layers of carmel, chocolate, and peanut butter mousse. |
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| Carrot Cake |
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