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- Switching Allegiances In Brighton Beach
I didn’t want to like Café Glechik.
Every fanatic wants to believe that he alone understands the object of his devotion. When I first read Peter Meehan’s review (”For the Love of a Russian Dumpling”), I scoffed. How could this neophyte possibly appreciate the delicate nuances of Russian cooking? What the rookie Russophile orders, I reasoned, […]
- Russian Nostalgia-Fest, Part II: Pork and Cilantro Dumplings, and “Korean” Carrot Salad
I wore three-inch gold stilettos to see Mumiy Troll at Webster Hall, and I was still underdressed. By a factor of three or four. It’s not that American girls don’t want to look hot for their favourite band, but their pre-show preening tends to aim for a sort of calculated dishevelment. Russian girls, on the […]
