1052 Main St. Taste of Europe

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“Do you speak Russian?” were the first words I heard when I walked into the store. They were addressed to the delivery guy, not to me, and I didn’t hear the answer. There were rows and rows of jars, all labelled in charming Cyrillic alphabet — all completely unintelligible to me. I looked at the pictures and made some guesses and some choices. Eggplant relish, I think. And plum jam — pretty sure. The lollipops were easy. Came away feeling like I’d left the country, just for awhile.

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