This
morning I went by train to Brighton Beach in the south of
Brooklyn . It took about 1 ¼ hours. This is a Russian part of New York .
In May 37 years ago John and I spent 4 weeks in the then Soviet Union . About 2 ½
of these weeks were in Russia .
Lots of things brought back memories of that time – the old scarf-clad ladies
with their large handbags queued up to buy things on the pavement, the slightly
garish shops, the slightly dated feel of everything and everybody. The shops
were all much better stocked though. The elevated train clattering down the main
street added to the ambience!
I had
looked up beforehand and stopped at a café that had good reviews. The menu
displayed in the window was in Russian with poor English translations, at 12.15
it was 2/3 full of people who looked very Russian and it was called Oceanview
Café. The ocean was several blocks away, certainly not in view of the café. Ah
well, I had to eat somewhere. Noone
else was speaking English – the first
waiter spoke very little English and got another waiter for me. I had solyanka soup. John and I spent 4 days
on the Trans Sberian train and we had solyanka – or meat soup as it was
translated- for lunch and dinner. Very
little else was available I seem to remember. We played a game called ‘spot the meat’ . Sometimes we
found a bit, sometimes we did not. Today I probably had more meat than I eat in
a month in my soup. I also ordered some
vareniki.. I donot specifically remember them in Russia , but one of my sons-in-law
speaks of his grandmother making them. They were good too. Somehow I dredged up
the Russian for ‘thank you’ from the depths of my brain which was accurate
enough to be recognisable and went down well.
The main
street of Brighton
Beach is a block away from
the water. There is a wide boardwalk which goes for several kilometres along
the coast. For part of the way there were large
boring brown blocks of flats right next to the board walk and then Coney
Island – another Luna
Park , only with many
more rides. There was a large expanse of sand and flat water. The beach,
however was closed. There are signs
everywhere – only swim if the lifeguards are on duty. Lifeguards are on duty
from 10am to 6 pm from Memorial day ( the last Monday in May) to Labour day (
the 1st Monday in September). Visitors are also supposed to be off the beach
from 9pm to 6am. About 3 months of the
year – very European.
For the
whole 2 kilometres , I only saw a few other hats on females. Men seem to be
more sensible. I did however see several women sporting an interesting nose
cover , always white, attached to their
glasses.
I had read
about the Wonder Wheel and decided a ride would be quite frivolous enough to
satisfy my FFs. The Wonder wheel
was opened in 1920 and is 150ft
tall. Apparently it was the tallest in the world until the London Eye was
built. It has different coloured cages. The white ones donot swing and the blue
and red ones swing. I chose a white one. I looked carefully at how it was made
before I got on, but when the cage I was
in was at its highest I was just a tad apprehensive. It seemed like I was stuck
out in space with nothing to support my cage and the ground was a long way away.
After my
ride I realised that it would be quite
inappropriate not to have a cone on Coney Island .
There was no queue for icecreams but there were 8 lines of about 6 people
in each line queued up at Nathan’s Hot
Dog stand. ( Except you donot queue up for anything here , you ‘line up’ ) Apparently ages ago Nathan invented the
hot dog. There were at least 5 other
stands that I saw along the boardwalk all selling the same sorts of fried stuff
and hot dogs with not many customers. Most of the people queued up looked like locals
– like all the locals that queued outside the place near me.
Nathan’s
did sell fish and chips – the first time I have
seen f and c on takeaway menu.
I came back
here on a different subway line. For the
first half hour or so it was elevated and ran along a mainish road, so I
did get an idea of the different ethnic
groups and different housing along the route..
I had to change trains at Bryant Park so went and got a coffee and read
a magazine in the quite crowded but still very pleasant ‘readiing room’ . I
made a mistake though. Supposedly you donot tip for takeaways, but quite a few
people leave their change coins in the tip jar. Sometimes I do. Today , while I was waiting, I
was idly wondering why there were so many notes in the tip jar. I had my money ready and was surprised when
she said the price . It was less. It was happy hour and the drinks were half
price. I pocketed my change, but many people must have put their change in the
tip jar. Next time I will know.
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