Being half Russian (the vodka loving half) - how could I not venture to check out the Red Square Russian after one of my 100% Russian pals invite me to tag along on their night of cultural resurgence,
Struck by the opulence of the dinning room when I first walked in, I suddenly felt a little under dressed, but no worries my tummy was wining the battle over my vanity.
Yum, yum, yum is all I can say! I never thought anyone could make a better borscht than my dad... I was wrong. Sorry dad.