It's only a slight exaggeration to describe my life as being composed of two halves: jetlag and recovering from jetlag. I have different formulas depending upon the direction. From Paris to Brooklyn: no sleep on the flight, stay up late, up early the next day, get out of the apartment and stay away until nightfall. Today was that "next day" so I went deep into Brooklyn to a neighborhood called Gravesend and had some Ukranian food at Slavyanskiy Bazar. It's a food that I want to like but it never cooperates.
To generalize, Ukranian food is bland. That's a statement I'd apply equally to the green borscht below and the apple and cherry strudel above. I bet the waitress couldn't think of any other way to describe the dessert to me in English. "Eeets like schroodull, very dlish-uss." Yeah, right, ok. Umm, do we have something against fresh fruit?
Karloff. There was a thick fruit residue lurking at the bottom of the glass.
Güllüoğlu, which is right up the street. I enjoy coming to this stretch of Brooklyn, with a short ride on the Q train you can practically leave the US.
There are peroxide blondes, cyrillic lettering.....