Espresso martinis, veggie burgers, caviar and champagne, in leather diner booths and gold trim tables. The strangest shi-shi, somewhat-Russian, tacky turn, over-priced dining experience ever. Well worth the shock and confusion factor on a cold Friday night.
PS: His baby pink pastel sweater matched perfectly with the pink placemats, pink waiter outfits, pink menus. And then there were the turquoise green leather seats…
