Two bus journeys in two days... I've become really adventurous of late, even taking the bus on my own... it's easy. You don't have to speak to the bus babooshka, you just hand her the 9 roubles and you're off. So I ventured into more unknown territory and visited a Pizza Express. There is something you must be prepared for if you come to Russia and want to take part in the whole eating-out experience, and that is the poor service. We expect some differences when we go to new places, but c'mon, they've imitated as best they can the whole western restaurant theme and even taken a western name, you'd think they'd try just a little to recapture a bit of the standards of service which we in Europe and America hold so dear. So, after being given warm, flat beer we decided to 'complain' as best you can when you don't speak very much Russian. 'This beer is warm'(nobody knew the word for flat), to which the waitress said something about ice, 'Not in beer!' we cried, and then she mumbled something about it already being open and sorry, can't help. Meanwhile we witness our fellow diners being served golden frothy beer.... so we just order some more but this time include the word cold. Be prepared also to ask for your bill at least 20 minutes before the time when you think you'll want to pay. The Pizzas were great though, and big enough for our western stomachs – the Russians don't seem to eat much when they go out, we saw a table of 4 people getting one pizza to share! How ridiculous is that!?