As always, all good things must come to an end and I’ve spent my last night in Mockba with some of my closest friends.
Mark and I had dinner at this Chinese restaurant in Tverskaya called Peking Duck. I’ve been there once before with Sasha and Andrey and I liked the food there. It was the only place in Moscow, that I know of, where I can have a full Asian (non-sushi) meal… meat, vegetables, rice, etc.
I wanted Mark to try Chinese food as he had never had it before. We ordered some beef in oyster sauce, some vegetables, rice and then a roasted aromatic duck (the one you roll etc). I loved the food but he didn’t… he ended up ordering a kebab as well.
After having dinner, we went to this internet cafe/bar/club called Phlegmatic Dog, near the Kremlin wall. Use of the internet is free with any order. We had vodka and Jaguar, a red bull-like drink that a lot of navy cadets drink in St. Petersburg. I quickly checked my emails while he browsed some stuntriding and biker websites — he’s a biker by heart. He loves stunt riding and he used to have a motor bike in South Russia that he sold in order to move to Moscow.
After 15 minutes, he told me to look at the windows… so I did.
And I saw the most amazing thing ever.
It was snowing…. on my last night in Moscow.
One of my top reasons why I visited Russia at this time of the year was to see snow because I haven’t seen it in ages. But according to them, this year has been quite warm… I’ve been in Russia for 3 weeks and I haven’t seen snow… and today it was snowing.
He told me to go out and enjoy it… so I did. I took a quick walk near the Kremlin wall and the ground was covered in frost…. small snow flakes falling from the sky… to my hands and my face… for me it was just plain old wonderful.
After my little snow encounter, I went inside to pick Mark up because the bar was closing. Jane called me up telling us she’s in front of the Kremlin on the main road, waiting for us. She (and my other friend Kate) wanted to meet me up that night because it was my last night.
We went into her car and we went to Open Cafe, this cafe-cum-club. Unfortunately, there was a private party inside (I think it was some DJ’s birthday party) and they can only let people in with invitations, despite Jane and Kate having club VIP cards.
We then settled to go to Soup Cafe, a cafe near my hotel. Jane and Kate were a little hungry and gagging for a snack. They had some salad and some pasta, while I had a crab thingie.
After eating, we chilled out for a bit and both girls decided to go home. It was the last I saw of Kate; Kate is this russian girl of Korean origin – her parents were Korean but she was born and raised in Moscow. I swear to god she was the only Asian person I knew… and probably have seen in Moscow.
Kate is quite nice and very thoughtful. Jane and Kate gave me a box full of Russian presents, such as the matreshka dolls, a couple of babushka keychains, an amber necklace, a mini panting with amber stones in it, a couple of magnets, etc.
It’s funny how I got to know these people. I went to Fabrique, on my 2nd night in Moscow with Simon. Upon exiting the club, I approached Kate and told her "oh my god I swear you are the only asian-looking person in Moscow!!" and the usual "where are you going sweetie", "how are you" etc. We exchanged digits and hanged out since then. Kate then introduced me to Jane, blah blah blah.
I also met Mark on the same night. He was in Fabrique alone, etc etc etc. ;)
I’d say the three of them are my closest friends in Moscow. They really took care of me without wanting anything but company. Very genuine and sincere people; I wish the world is full of them. :)
Anyway, Jane and Kate brought me and Mark back to the hotel. I spent the next 5 hours packing all my bags (until around 8AM), while Mark browsed the internet. And yes — he’s straight. And yes, we’ve slept on the same bed, close to wearing nothing… and nothing happened. He’s a very good friend — imagine him watching me pack all of my stuff until 8AM. Nobody with a decent mind would do that!!! He told me he won’t leave until I’m finished packing and then we can formally say our goodbyes etc…. he really DOES care!! And yes, he’s got a girlfriend. LOL
Cafe Pushkin is this 24-hour Moscow institution that screams "old people=old money". It’s a cafe-slash-restaurant that serves traditional russian dishes, all prices in euros, and quite "elitny".
Jane and I went here on my first week in Moscow at around 2AM and it was dead empty so we went out immediately. The interiors are quite classic and rustic european and very traditional (high ceilings, french windows, you know the drill).
However, I really wanted to try this place cause I’ve heard so many reviews about it. Not giving up, I went ahead and invited Mark to have dinner with me.
We hired a Merc just to bring us to the restaurant. I wore a little baby blue and navy blue striped t-shirt, bleached jeans (old Mcqueen), chanel handbag, little white fox fur jacket, gold vintage cowboy boots and d&g chains and teddy bear appliques with crystals "patched" on my jeans. Mark wore a simple sweater and some jeans.
When we arrived, door person opened our Merc and I stepped out, stomping the ground with my cowboy boots as if it were a huge catwalk ala fashion week.
Security and door person welcomed us with a smile… at first I thought they weren’t gonna let us in because my outfit definitely doesn’t fit the venue. However, everyone was nice and friendly; I think this is one place where clothes DO NOT MATTER at all and I can be myself.
When we went inside, the entire crowd was in their late 40′s, most human males were in suits and most women were quite, well, elegant… and there I was, little camp asian boy in his little clubbing outfit.
Who gives a fuck though. Nobody cared, nobody bat an eyelid.
Waiter asked us for aperitifs; I asked for a gin tonic, and Mark asked for a sambuca.
Yes. a sambuca. at Cafe Pushkin. Imagine the look on the waiter’s face when Mark said that. Me and the waiter giggled (in a nice joking manner) and then I told him that we’ll just get Mark a gin tonic as well. Poor Mark… it must be tough to be in his shoes. Not only he has to tag along with the queen of the royal fags, but it was also his first time in a pseudoposh place.
I told him not to be concious and just be himself.
I placed my order — asked for blinis and caviar, and then a huge steak with potatoes and vegies. And with Mark being a gentleman, he said he didn’t want to eat anything and he’ll just drink instead.
I told him it’s ok, he can get what he wants and I’ll pay for it, but he continously refused to do so because he thought it was expensive and he didn’t want to "spend" my money.
I felt utterly guilty cause I spent the next 40 minutes pigging out in front of him and all he did was drink 3 gin tonics.
He still said it was ok.
Our bill… for my meal, about 7 gin tonics, and a bottle of evian, was around 130 euros.
Honestly, I loved the place. Everyone was nice and helpful, the service is extremely fast and swift, the doormen, security, waiters and ushers were very friendly and warm, the music was quite alright (although a bit in the dark ages… classical… violin players and all), our table was good, right beside the window, overlooking the street. Overall it’s a place if you would like to take someone for a romantic date.