There’s a delicatessen not far from where I grew up, called “Victor’s Delicatessen” that I am convinced was run by the Russian mafia. I have no real proof of that and I don’t know what they would have been getting up to in suburban Houston, but I’ve always had a gut feeling.
After frequenting “Victor’s Delicatessen” a couple of times (lowkey hoping to witness some mafia shenanigans), I came up with the idea for an aggressively-Soviet themed restaurant that serves…