Some Russians just want chocolate. Some might even share.
In Piccadilly they used to have wonderful chocolate. If you had a sixpence and a threpence you could ask for what they called a large cup.
When you go to New York take a cab and see if they still have the cosy bohemian hangout called the Russian Tea House just next to Carnegie Hall.
My Grandpa used to buy me sininen at Sundays.
An ESTP friend of mine used to make pontikka in his apartment North of the Long Bridge. The staircase smelled awful. But what do you expect North of the Long Bridge. Never set your foot in there I tell ya.