This whole idea of beer and the association with tropical paradise that Corona works on … man, that must look pretty damn good about mid-January, when the wind is howling off the tundra and the Muscovites haven’t seen the sun since Halloween …
There is supposedly a pretty good Mexican restaurant in Moscow, but I haven’t had either the time or the guts to go out in search of it. Maybe next time. I kinda am interested, from a morbid scientific curiousity standpoint, to see what Mexican food by way of Russian cooks tastes like.
It’s still strange, coming from the ethnic melting pot of LA, to be in a city that is so relentlessly whitebread. I mean, really. This joint makes NW Wisconsin, where I grew up, look diverse.