St Petersburg – Кафе «Сулико»Agent Romanova lured our unsuspecting heroes from Nevsky Prospekt into Nabezhnaya Kanala Griboyedova and then into the less lit Pereulok Sergeya Tyulenina.Following instructions to the letter, the party descended stairs into a basement and entered Cafe Suliko. A Georgian waitress acknowledged Romanova, but hardly gave mention to Boris and Timofei. They were led to a dimly-lit table at the side of the restaurant.The menus were shoved in front of all. None were in English, so Timofei struggled to find borshch. It wasn’t on the menu.Romanova suggested a cheese pizza.
That seemed a bit simple, so some good Georgian dishes were found. Timofei opted for a beetroot soup (sound too much like his favourite borshch) and Boris had a lamb casserole. This was all served with a tasty Georgian red wine, reminiscent of an old claret.After many jokes and some banter with the официантки, it was time to leave. A plan had been hatched for tomorrow. The food was good. The wine was fine. The atmosphere was interesting.The owner of the establishment emerged and gave Romanova a huge embrace. Timofei demanded likewise, so the owner (a great bear of a man) gave Timofei an embrace too. (The owner seemed a little embarrassed). Out on the street, Boris and Timofei headed for the bright lights of Nevsky Prospekt. Romanova dissolved into the shadows.