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one thing I wanted to eat in Moscow was borscht - beet soup. I knew all
about caviar, smoked salmon, cabbage, potatoes, and vodka, but I wanted
that one lousy little famous thing. Well, we got all of the others in one
meal - our first meal of the trip, actually. It was an overpriced extravaganza
that consisted mostly of the things our waiter recommended rather than
what we really ordered. He wanted to charge me $10 for a picture - but
I guess if I had to wear his cheesy outfit, I'd be huffy too!
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