NOTE: Romanizing Russian/Georgian/Azari words (or any other language that uses a different alphabet than Western European langauges for that matter) is a bit tricky, so take that into mind when reading everything that I’ve written about my travels in Russian (and Korea) and please don’t be too picky about how I’ve spelled things. But if you are feeling picky…tough…it’s my blog and you don’t have to read anything that I’ve written. 😛
For dinner we went to Mama Zoya’s, it’s a boat restaurant on the Moscow River that specializes in traditional Georgian food.
For starters we all shared khachapurri, Georgian cheese bread, and Margot shared her stuffed eggplant dish. Both were excellent and highly recommended. For the American audience who grew up with the Schwann Man’s stuff, khachapurri is like the cheese bread ring but without the hole in the center for the marinara bowl. yummmmm!
I had odzhahuri, which was spicy lamb with fresh vegetables (potatoes, onions, bell peppers and slices of green peppers that were weaker than jalepenos). Once again it wasn’t spicy hot, but it was flavorable and delicious.
Russia was full of weddings and Saturday night was no exception. From my travels, nobody and I mean nobody loves to celebrate like Italians and Russians, being in Korea and not too much is really celebrated, it was nice to see such happiness about life. There was a wedding party on the other side of the room, they were loud, boisterous, enjoying everything, and then nori bang started and somehow they found it in themselves to be even louder. It was mostly Russian songs, with a couple that had random English phrases thrown in, like K-Pop. My favorite was, ‘You’re my American Boy. My American Joy.’
An extremely fun night! 😀