It's getting colder. The body requires excess calories to heat itself. Today, only the gastronomic ascetic Kirill Kutalov is able to speak disparagingly about restaurant criticism. The discourse around food and its absorption is more relevant than ever. Have a seat. Did you wash your hands?
Aperitif
Beer with vobla . Not God knows what kind of delicacies, but they are cheap: a mug of this and a piece of another in the Copacabana cafe on Bolshaya Bronnaya cost 20 rubles. This is why the students of the Literary Institute fell in love with Copacabana, whose unsightly everyday life was depicted in his report by the journalist Dmitry Sokolov-Mitrich . In addition to the cafe, Dmitry ironically describes the shabby corridors of the literary institute, the seminars of Igor Volgin and Vladimir Gusev, as well as the meeting of students with the living classic Fazil Iskander. Here you can ask the bartender to turn up the volume: by a strange coincidence, on November 14, Andrei Fanakin was sitting in the same auditorium with a voice recorder ; a transcript of the tape recording was published in Saturday's MN Time.
Buffet
" GRAINY CAVIAR; PANDER WITH KREMLIN-STYLE CRAB (WHOLE); ROYAL-GLAZED SALMON; ASSORTED FISH (SALMON, SEVERUGA G.K., COLD SMOKED FISH); PIES WITH ELMING; GLAZED TONGUE "RUSSIAN FANTASY"; UT KA STUFFED SMOKED HUSAR-STYLE; TURKEY FILLET STUFFED WITH BROCCOLI CABBAGE; CARBONATE WITH GERKISH; POSTOLSKOYE MEAT WITH MARINATED PLUMS; HOLIDAY APPETIZER; FRESH NATURAL VEGETABLES (TOMATO, CUCUMBER, SWEET PEPPER, RADISH , GREENS); MARINED CHAMPIGNON MUSHROOMS; APPETIZER " RUSSIAN RAZNOSOL" (PICKLED VEGETABLES); OLIVES, OLIVES; LEMON; BUTTER " . The widest, fabulous assortment of snacks is offered in the essay by the rector of the aforementioned Literary Institute, Sergei Yesin ("Subbotnik "NG"). According to the plan, the essay was supposed to treat the problem of the relationship between gluttony and fine literature, but literature did not fit into the "Subbotnik" due to the extremely limited volume ( only one and a half newspaper pages). As soon as Yesin starts talking about literature, the editors put an accent in corner brackets. In fact, only the fried pork kidney from Joyce's "Ulysses" survived. Apparently, Leopold Bloom was a mediocre cook.
Business lunch
Salad from New Year's photographs , caviar from M. Bulgakov's book "The Master and Margarita" and creamy soup from a tape recorder . Recipes borrowed from Vladimir Sorokin’s novel “The Feast” are published by Itogi. Culturologist Igor Smirnov invited the outstanding prose writer to the Moscow cafe "Pushkin" in order to record a PR interview on the eve of the release of "The Feast". And have lunch at the same time. True, Smirnov and Sorokin ate something completely different from what is being offered to you. “The writer ordered daily cabbage soup, dumplings and tea. His interlocutor ordered pike perch in dough and beer . ” At the table, Sorokin uttered half a dozen tired Sorokinisms. For example: “Cooking is like painting, and eating is like consuming music . ” Or: “It’s not a pity to eat people, but to eat animals - there’s something perverted in that.” .
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Dessert
" Compote of fairy tales from the collections of Afanasyev and Nechaev and Russian obscene poetry . " This is how Polit.ru book reviewer Vladimir Kukushkin characterizes the anthology “Luka Mudishchev” (M.: EKSMO). The " Miscellaneous Books " column is prepared even better than a week ago . Hyperlinks even appeared in Kukushkin’s text (they all lead to a single resource, “Infoline.ru,” but that’s a bad start). And the fact that Kukushkin christened the famous publicist, host of the “Your Letters” program on Radio Liberty, Anatoly Strelyany, “Alexander” - well, call him a pot, as long as he doesn’t put him in the oven. A minor, forgivable mistake. They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. To a woman's heart too. What wonderful authors I came across today. Talented. The main thing is that the genre was chosen. Timely... hic!.. oh my god... a genre has turned up.
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