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Caviar at Pravda
April 1, 2002
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We were waiting to hop onto a northbound bus on Lexington
when Jen spotted a small red sign, PRAVDA, next to
some stairs leading down to a basement. Inside, beyond a
heavy, red velvet curtain, a beautiful place with low vaulted
ceilings and wall-mounted lights with cyrillic type on them.
Em keeps telling us that she likes fish eggs, and we thought
this was a better bet than a bait shop for her to explore
that passion. Drinks and appetizers came to $106, but it
was cheaper than flying to Eastern Europe.