And it reminded me of somewhere exotic that I visited over thirty years ago. As a new graduate working in London, I went with a group of friends to a Russian restaurant in Kensington. We thought we were very grown up and sophisticated to be going out in Kensington to a Russian restaurant, especially having starters that were not the usual 1970s fair of prawn cocktail or melon! It was my first ever taste of borscht and I've been a fan ever since.
I was surprised to find that the restaurant "Borscht 'n' Tears" is still in Kensington... although I doubt they still have crockery that encourages petty theft. Perhaps I wasn't quite so sophisticated and grown up as I thought!