There's no question we've worked up an appetite and fortunately it's time to stop at the Russian Club for lunch.
Sometimes there's nothing more satisfying than a tourist trap. The service was friendly (certainly by Russian standards), the beef stroganoff was downright tasty, the complimentary glass of wine was drinkable, unlike some of the others we subsequently tasted, and the entertainment was, well, entertaining.
Here's a tourist appreciating the show. You can tell he's a tourist by the cute little yellow sticker attached to his vest.