I’ve passed MOSCOW a hundred times and finally popped in with two friends who had a caviar craving. This is an eclectic place, with the fine China contrasting against the disco ball, and the conservatively dressed waiters a mismatch for the belly dancer. The staff exploded into action when a group of six tough-looking patrons arrived and we deemed it best to avoid eye contact with that particular table. Good kitsch and good prices, with a 100 ML snifter of vodka at 20 kuai, but it’s BYOB (Bring Your Own Bodyguard).
(From Beijing Boyce XVII, first emailed on May 27, 2006)