“Moscow?!”, they cry as I announce my upcoming gastronomic foray. “What will you eat? ‘I’m not sure’,” I say gaily. “But definitely vodka and caviar.” In most people’s minds, visions of grey Soviet-era streets and grim, shuffling bread queues persist. Yet our Cold War-coloured impression of the Russian capital is as out of date as the Hollywood spy movies that helped create it. These days, Moscow is as full of Pradas and Zaras as the rest of the known universe. While there’s no denying the vast, Siberia-wide chasm between the haves and the have-nots, I am also struck by the excellent produce on show at the city’s fresh food markets. And at the numerous classy restaurants – from luxe diners to mid-range mod-global eateries and cafes that still manage to feel oh-so-Moscow. Like many, leading Moscow chef Vladimir Mukhin of White Rabbit restaurant is bent on reviving the grand traditions of true Russian gastronomy. “The Soviet Union killed Russian cooking,” he explains. “Food is like a time machine. You need to go back to find the stories.”
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