That’s what I ordered on this beautiful summery evening while sipping wine at the hip restaurant overlooking Independence Park. The sun was sinking behind the buildings and Ashgabat looked ablaze. It was the kind of weather that makes you want to think seafood and tequila sauce.
Initially, the waitress said, nyet. No shrimps and sorry. I told her I would need a few more minutes to decide what to eat instead.
A few minutes later, she came back with great news. Yes shrimp. Da shrimp. Ta-da!Excellent. I didn't ask why the sudden appearance of shrimps. I just considered myself lucky.
But, but, this is what I got: no shrimps but
tough squid, no vegetables but a medley of cucumber and yogurt and some unnamed
green bits, a shot of tequila and a slice of lemon. Spasiba but no spasiba.