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Near my hostel in Moscow was a trendy food stall area with stands from all over the world. Irish, Italian, Mexican, French, Chinese, and many others were represented. It was classy, and the food quality was great.
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On my last night in Moscow, I was a bit rushed for dinner before I headed to the train station. I went back to the same food stall area, hoping to find a French sandwich to take with me. But the menus were all in Russian, and sounding out the names lead me no where! So back to the Uzbek stall I went for something delicious I know how to say: plov!
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