How High Moon!

Notoriously, Russians learning English have a tough time figuring out when and where to use (or not to use) the articles “a” and “the” (handy tip for Russian readers: just do the opposite of whatever you think sounds good). However, in the case of this entry’s title, I am referring not to the lunar body that holds sway over the world at night and the Samovar in particular, but to Moon, your server at the Samovar who will make you feel as if you are his royal and truly esteemed guest and friend, deserving of the most caring, unobtrusive treatment. Because after all, don’t we go to restaurants because we want to be, if only for a moment, indulged? And isn’t the magical appearance of food and drink at your table, and the equally delightful disappearance of dirty dishes later, at the core of your restaurant experience? Really, you’ll feel that Moon will be personally disappointed if everything is not just how you would love it. I have heard him gently rebuking a customer for a too-generous tip--when was the last time that happened to you?

Like the moon in the sky, our Moon does what he does so well you might forget to notice. But if you’ve lamented that the era of fine table service has been buried in the sands of time, ask to be seated in his section when you come. All the people at the Samovar are excellent, needless to say. If Liz is working, you can fantasize that Jody Foster is waiting on you! But this and other subjects will have to be deferred to a future post. For now, How High Moon! Secret revealed here: Moon can see your aura! Ask him, if you dare, what it looks like.