Eating Russian

The boy was actually born in Russia.  We have a lot of Russians in this area.  I had no idea that we did, but once I googled it, I found quite a few Russian establishments around.  There was one particular restaurant that got great reviews and it was only about a 30 minute drive away.  Since the boy did not have any parties or social events on Saturday night, he was stuck with us going to a "Russian Section" complete with Cyrillic lettering and a Russian Grocery Store right next to the restaurant.

Think for a moment on how YOU would picture a Russian Restaurant.  Maybe the Russian Tea Room in NYC?  Could be exactly like that, but different.  THIS Russian restaurant had a TV with Russian Music videos piping through the restaurant.  Have you ever seen a Russian video?  I felt very at home, like it was the first two years MTV came on air, you know when they actually showed videos?  Everything was a rip off or sampled, just sang in Russian.  I also started to notice the same people showing up in different videos.  I asked the boy about this.  He said, its Russia, no one else understands what they are saying, so most won't realize it is all pirated, plus, its Russian.  Right, right, the old "I'm Russian Defense"  I am scary with leather jackets and sunglasses at midnight....I get it now......

Anyway, I had the boy order all my food, and let me tell you, I absolutely loved it.  I LOVE BORSCHT and I am not afraid to yell from the moutain tops.  I was informed by the boy, however, that the "components" (translation = ingredients) were not right.  He could tell by smelling it.  Although he won't eat it because it contains cooked vegetables. Cooked vegetables are not part of his diet, only raw (freak)  But, by the smell and look, he knew it was not like his mother's.  Well, I can not wait to taste his mother's someday because this stuff was the russian bomb diggity yo. (queue cheezy Russian Video in background)

If anyone wants to go back with me, I am totally game, whether the boy wants to go or not.  The waiter was telling us about a Russian Restaurant in Brighton Beach where the floor is one gigantic aquarium you walk on.  I wonder if they also have those pimp shoes with the little aquariums in the heels......hmmmmm....I sense a trip to Brooklyn on the Horizon.  First I must get a black leather jacket and sunglasses, a half shirt might not be a bad idea either..........