Where the best (and cheapest) produce in Russia is for sale
are three types of places to buy food and such in Russia, “Western” stores,
Russian stores, and open air markets. The cost drops significantly
as you move away from the white tile floors and polite staff of the
Western stores, but the selection increases dramatically. For the last
month, during the cash crunch that followed my departure from the Peace
Corps, and subsequent wait for my first paycheck, I lived off my credit card,
shopping only at the Western stores that accepted Visa. Now that I
have roubles, I am back in the mix with the rest of this city, shopping at
the Russian stores and in the markets.
Guess what this is!
The Western stores work just like any random 7-11 in the States, just three
times (3x) as expensive, so I’ll give you a Russian store description, and
then we will move into the market scene.
To find a Russian store, just look for the door under a white sign smashed
between two Coke or Pepsi signs. I think the entire city is under their
influence! When you walk in a strange view will confront you. All
the items are behind counters. See, they skip all those cameras, security
stickers, and shoplifting losses by making you buy the goods before you can
touch them. Good idea, but the listless/asleep/downright rude sales
staff usually distorts the application. Once you spy something you
want, you can ask the sales staff to let you view it closer. If they
are alive and happen to respond, you can try to read the label as they quickly
pass it in front of you. Now lets say you want to buy the item, you
cannot just pay her and leave, that would be too easy. You first have
to figure out the price, find the cashier who sits in a cage at the other
end of the store, and then pay her and tell her what section you are buying
stuff in. Only one section per payment please! She will give you a
receipt, which you give to the sales staff, who then gives you the product.
This is the cursed “three line” system of shopping. Slow, inefficient,
Now if you want a real shopping experience, nutting
beats a good “rinok” or market. Reminding me of all the best markets
in South America, Russian markets are a mix of foods, smells, sights, and
peoples. Today I went to one of the better food markets here in
Moscow. It, like almost all food markets, is in a converted circus
dome. Inside there are rows of the freshest fruits, vegetables, spices,
pickled products, whole pigs and chickens, and dairy products. I was
in awe of the variety and freshness of the foods. From the average Russian
diet, you would never know they had mangos, avocados, or lettuce in this
country. Today I saw all three, buying an avocado to make guacamole
Look at all those eggplants & peppers! Tasty!
I was there with Zhenya, my landlady, who proceeded to buy what she
wanted in a quick and efficient manner. First she bargained with all
the sellers, finding the best price for the freshest foods she wanted, then
bargained them a bit more. After years of experience, she was amazing,
and I was in awe. Once she was done, I tried my hand, and paid
way too much (by her standards) for the worst foods (by her standards again),
but I was happy. I found almost everything I wanted, except for black
beans and couscous. Neither I have ever seen here, but I wouldn’t mind
getting in a care package (hint).
of the foods here are quite interesting. They have all types of pickled
foods, including apples and pickled garlic, the latter of which I bought
to try out. Also on display were whole pigs, gutted and cleaned, and
sides of meat a butcher would cut for you as you waited. There was some sort
of large melon I had never seen before and a strange red fruit filed with
seeds. All the staples were extremely cheap, potatoes, carrots, and
cabbage being close to free.
What the hell is that in my bag!?
Overall I love going to the market the most, to see the people as much as
the foods. Zhenya put on a great show bargaining, and the Muslim spice
man had a wild flourish to his salesmanship. I, being the foolish American,
just tried to keep my mouth and wallet shut as much as possible, quite a
feat for me!