Mother Russia has long been ensconced in Brooklyn's Brighton Beach, feasting on pirogi, borscht and the tang of salty air reminiscent of Odessa. |
The pirogi were warm, the honey-cherry liqueur was uncorked and the muggy basement of Word, a bookstore in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, was standing-room-only. |
Boys in dusty street clothes sold rolls and pirogi from baskets on the sidewalks. |