On a night when we managed to resist watching another play/musical at West End, our friends in London took us to a Russian restaurant, Mari Vanna. Upon entering, I was immediately smitten by the interior. It was so warm and lovely, it resembled someone's house. I felt like I was having dinner at a friend's.
The one on the left we were told is like Russian Coke and the other is some fruity drink. Russian Coke tasted earthy. I quite like it.
The bread platter was enough to make me happy. Love the black bread.
Our friends made sure that what we had were traditional authentic Russian food. And for the Singaporeans reading this, there was no Baked Alaska on this menu. I checked.
Weren't all our drinks colourful?
We all left the restaurant as happy diners.