Snails. Gossip. Playwrights. Annoying actor types. The greatness and terriblness of power. Class anxiety and cheap wine.
Or, in other words, a personal take on the famous (and, some would say, famously obnoxious) cafe that became the site of a police crackdown during Vladimir Putin’s inauguration on May 7 of this year. Remember that old line about how the terrorists had to have believed in the WTC and what it stood for in order to destroy it? I find similar logic applies here, particularly when it comes to Jean-Jacques’ most virulent haters – though the tale of the French-themed cafe in the heart of Russia is, thankfully, devoid of tragedy. And I hope it stays that way.