Eating Out!

When I first moved to Kyiv in 1994, we didn't really enjoy the possibility of eating out. There were a few unbelievably expensive restaurants that we heard rumors about but never bothered to inquire exactly where they were. There were the Intourist state-run hotel restaurants that all served the same meal--a bowl of borsch, a piece of fried animal flesh, some rice, and maybe some beats and peas, topped off with two small scoops of ice cream and the proverbial cup of tea. Someone discovered Latakya, a Middle Eastern place on the edge of the city. We often journeyed there on Saturday nights; it usually took about 1.5 hours to get there from our apartment on the other side of the city. Latakya served two things: pizza and French fries. Sometimes they would have Coke or maybe Pepsi to bring. In those days, it was safer to bring your own. They had bronze-like caged-in rooms you sat and the band knew one song: “Hotel California.” The ketchup, in those days, always had a hint of apple.
Then came Kentucky Beirut Chicken near the Lenin Statue on
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