My parents just left after visiting town, as a last act we went to Kachka, the Soviet ‘81 cuisine place.

It was good but not as much as I hoped, maybe if I came with a group more down for vodka tastings

Waitress was rocking a glasses and loose-flyaway shoulder braid in a way that looked halfway between wheatfield tradwife and geek girl, and not even in a “hot” style, more like “gawky babushka”, but it was very compelling in a Jenny Lewis way

Made me realize that while in my mind, a disproportionate share of my earliest relationships, best relationships, and crushes have involved Jewish girls, an equally viable way to look at it was they were disproportionately Russian girls