Near Victory Park was the coffee shop I'd imagined existed in Moscow. Smokey, chic, and with very good coffee. We ordered chocolate blini and chocolate fondue to go with, mostly by pointing as we didn't have much Russian to go on. As the desserts are usually the most attractive things to take pictures of, that's pretty much what we had to point to. We both imagined our waitress thinking, "Fat Americans... no wonder... they only eat desserts.
It was fascinating to watch people here and see what could be ordered. This was not the hangout of the teens and twenty-somethings. It seemed that Russians with a little more money came here. It was interesting to see people order cigarettes and have them delivered to their table too.
My cappuccino was nice; Jeri ordered something that was like a cappuccino on top and then a big wad of melted chocolate on the bottom. She said it was fabuloskya.
My dessert was chocolate blini (think very thin pancake), something we'd looked for several times since arriving. It was wonderful and filled with melted milk chocolate mixed with dessicated coconut and plum sultanas. Yum!
Jeri ordered another item available for pointing, a HUGE plate of chocolate fondue, with strawberries, pineapple, bananas, and pound cake. It was delicious too and the fruit was perfect and very fresh.Afterwards, we took the metro to Old Arbat, a picaresque, touristy area to shop around and walk back to the embassy while we watched the snow fall on our last evening in Moscow.
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