On the way to Kashkaval and Russian Samovar a storm broke out.
We took a bus up from midtown. The thing that always surprises me is that one minute you're in Times Square, surrounded by tourists, and then you're suddenly in the middle of a neighborhood, very specific and well-defined and with its own character.
We huddled in front of a fast food restaurant, and waited for the rain to lighten.
By the way, Russian Samovar has a blog.
