I know it sounds crazy but I’m one of those people who always go back to the same places over and over again. Maga and I went to Starlite Diner, a Muscovite institution where the young ‘uns go to for that post-clubbing/post-boozing meal. It still looks exactly the same after all these years. The last time I visited this place was roughly around five or six years ago. I went early this time around: early evening (6PM) instead of early in the morning. Don’t ask me why. This geriatric has a one AM self-imposed curfew. Ok two.
I ordered what they call “The Really Big Shawn Burger” — three hundred grams of pure beef patties with chili, cheese sauce, bacon and jalapeno peppers. I’m surprised I didn’t get a coronary from that one. It was insane. I really shouldn’t be eating these things because it’s very bad for the figure — you should’ve seen my face when I (unsuccessfully) tried FOUR jackets at the Céline store in Milan — but best to do this now before my metabolism REALLY slows down.