St. Petersburg Dining: From Bleak to Chic

They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  It’s the way to mine, too.  So, when gearing up for our visit to St. Petersburg, the prospect of drab food options made my heart sigh a big meh.  I imagined dining exclusively on borscht (beets and my taste buds are mortalContinue reading “St. Petersburg Dining: From Bleak to Chic”

Never Judge a Babushka by Her Head-cover

We walked hand-in-hand, wondering aloud to each other, “When was this built?  What do you think that sign says?  What was this place like just before the fall of the Soviet Union?”  It was the first time in three days in St. Petersburg that we had actually just wandered around.  We had been going atContinue reading “Never Judge a Babushka by Her Head-cover”

Cultural Eye-candy in St. Petersburg

“Dobryy den’,” I said to the Dorothy Hamill-coiffed customs agent.  I was eager to practice the little Russian I knew.  She must not have heard me because she didn’t respond to my greeting.  “Dobryy den’,” I repeated, this time with a smile.  Maybe I was pronouncing it wrong.  The third time I wished her goodContinue reading “Cultural Eye-candy in St. Petersburg”