While we were waiting for our food three Russian men sat down at the table next to us. The noticed we were Americans so of course they wanted to chat. These particular Russians were really into Native Americans, and flipped out when Megan said she lived near reservations and knew about Jeronimo.
When our food came, we wolfed down our burgers like savages... and the Russian men asked why we were eating such horrible food! We were shocked. This was delicious food. We told them that it was like American food and we wanted food from our homeland. The guys were really excited for us to try Russian food (which we clearly already have) and enthusiastically bought us a plate of something that I forgot the name of. It was basically strips of raw but smokey-flavored salmon that we put lemon juice and pepper on and ate with black bread. Not going to lie, it was delicious. But we had already eaten a burger and had a beer......
I was SOOO FULLLLLLL. It was ridiculous. But worth it. This was probably the most satisfying meal I've had since being here. Often food in restaurants here comes in reasonable sized portions and I missed ordering something and having an impossibly huge plate of food delivered to me like always happens in America. The Russian admonished us that hamburgers are the reason Americans are fat... but we said they were delicious. And really, for the night, that was all that mattered!
Are you a parrothead? Reminded me of the Jimmy Buffett song "cheeseburger in paradise"....of course that would have been a hit in 1978, well before you saw the light of day.
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