herrdoktor: there's a diner here run by some dood who has ties to some russian dating scheme. i think. all the waitresses are russian. literally, russian, not any other former USSR territory. and they're only there for a few months at a time. and then poof. gone.
Cyrano@home: I don't think I'd want to try the veal there.
Cyrano@home: "mmm... tastes like vodka and shattered dreams..."