One is more upscale than the other, but it doesn't have any Georgian beers on the menu. After learning that, I made sure to try the other one night for dinner. As I walked up to it, I saw that all the lights were off inside, but the "open" sign was lit. I opened the door and saw the women working at the restaurant were all engrossed in a Russian soap opera. I almost felt bad for interrupting their program, but I sat and ordered anyway.
I didn't quite understand the storylines, but it was easy to tell who was good and who was evil. Unfortunately, as I finished, an important story element developed. Would the jealous grandmother injure the new baby? I still wasn't quite interested enough to go back to the restaurant the next day though.
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