Baby, I Never Meant It To Be This Way

Seriously, my intention had never been for this blog to be a tour of Moscow's bistro and club scene. It's just that we work from the crack of noon till the wee hours of late dusk which gives me no time to set out on more touristy excursions. However, I believe that in the coming weeks this may change somewhat. We're getting close to being able to turn over reels to sound. This means the frantic sprint is about to become more of an urgent lope. Then, with luck, a vigilant amble will settle into a lugubrious plod. The resulting ennui-filled nihilism should give me a chance to strike out into some more touristy territories.


So we ended up at Prado again. This restaurant was described in one of my very earliest posts. Marius is friends with the owner so we eat for free. I like that. The food is good. The setting is elegant. And it takes an act of God to get in.


I was convinced to try a traditional Russian dish commonly known here as "Fish in a Fur Coat." Doesn't that sound yummers? You think so? You oughta see it. Listen, I 've had nothing but the greatest, mostest tastiestest foodstuffs since I've been here. Even the mean meat chunks they bring us for lunch are surprisingly delicious. But the Fish in a Fur Coat must be an acquired taste. A taste I am still trying to disacquire at the moment.


I call the above photo Dish in a Fur Coat.

Olga has become a regular part of our evenings out. Her English is very impressive. She recently passed one of her Law exams. Hard to believe she's only 24. But like Julia, she pronounces "law" as though saying low. I've done my part in encouraging healthy international relations and clear communication by correcting both of them. They were grateful but found it hard to make their mouths make the correct sound. I can empathize. Just try saying the Russian formal 'hello', zthratheetswia. It's harder than it looks.