I mentioned earlier that my cousin's wife if Soviet born and speaks both Ukrainian and Russian. Unfortunatelly there are times when I end up eating out without her.
Usually what happens is that I end up in a smallish restaurant where the menu is presented to me to make my selection. The options there are the following: Ukrainian/Russian only, or an English menu with very fancy names (Baba Yaga Salad was one) with absolutely no description. If I'm lucky, the dishes are grouped in some way or another, if not, they are in random order. Then I smile and point to something on the menu and then pray that it will be edible. The trouble continues with me having no idea what blessing say on my food--Jews have several--so I tend to just skip that all together with a G-d help me!
So far most of the dishes I picked in this Ukrainian Roulette were ranging from okay to great. But today I had the worst ever experience with practically uncooked sauer kraut and what looked like a pig's jellied foot. Now, my Hungarian friends, yes, I'm known to have eaten körömpörkölt without much trouble, but this was plain weird. It had a very odd texture, too, something that is a major issue for this former preemie after 27 years, still. It also tasted somewhat disharmonic. Like dishsoap with sauerkraut and plainly cooked pig foot.
Tonight I have to balance the awful foot with something nice: ice cream and mushroom soup!