Moscow runs low on beer necessities for thirsty World Cup fans

CNBC ^ | 6/18/2018 | Staff

[mac_truck]

Beer-guzzling soccer fans risk drinking bars and restaurants in the Russian capital dry, with some saying they are running low and having to wait longer than usual for fresh supplies.

Moscow has been transformed by the World Cup, with singing, chanting and beer swilling fans overwhelming some of the packed bars and restaurants around the Kremlin and Red Square.

"We just didn't think they would only want beer," said one waiter at a upscale eatery in central Moscow who asked not to be identified for fear of scaring off future customers.

The waiter said his restaurant ran out of draft lager on Monday and deliveries are taking longer than usual, at least 24 hours, because suppliers' stocks are also running low.

"There are really a lot of people in Moscow ... and they are all drinking," he said. "It's hot, and it's football."

[billakay]

Maybe so. I live in Krasnodarskiy Krai, so we don’t see many “Moskvichi” other than the ones that inundate the shore in the summer.

[bert]

Back in say 1963, a NC National Guard pilot enroute to Raleigh Durahm airport declared an emergency and eected. Although the are is now heavily populated, at tht time it was fairly young woodland.

After it became obvious the piolet was probably dead, a call went out for searchers. Well, students from NC State University of North Carolina, Duke, and North Caarilina College turned out to assist.

All the country stores for miles around sold out of beer, even Falstaff

[bert]

“How ya gonna keep em down on tha frm after they get Daisey Maes?” bert

[VastRWCon]

I was at Universal Studies last new years eve, they closed down all of the beer sellers around 11:30pm (they said they were out) but I didn’t buy it. We were pissed off what no beer at midnight. They better fix that issue in Russia or all hell is going to break loose. LOL

[COBOL2Java]

[RCFlyer]

Putin kissing stranger’s kid’s stomach in public? Even Biden hasn’t done that!

[mac_truck]

You might consider a visit though. Weather, food, and nature are great (as are the girls, if you are unattached), and I've been here over a year and Putin hasn't bothered me even once!

Lol...I wouldn't mind taking in a match at Fisht Olympic Stadium, that's for sure. It looks like an awesome venue.

What prompted you to move there, if you don't mind my asking?

[billakay]

I haven't been to Fisht, but I'll be in Rostov on the 26th for Iceland v. Croatia. Should be an awesome game, with the way Iceland has been playing.

I've been visiting Russia for about a month every year since my wife and I got married in 2009 (she is Armenian, but grew up in Russia, and her parents and sisters are still here).

Last year we found out we were expecting twins (and we already had a small daughter), so we decided to come here for her to get more support during the last leg of the pregnancy and the first year of the twins life...lots of help from grandparents and any additional help required is cheap! My work is such that I can work from anywhere in the world, so that worked out well. Even with the stress of twin newborns, I have enjoyed this past year immensely! We are starting our return plans now, as I am joining a new venture that will require me to attend physical meetings in the US more often, but I think we may be buying an apartment or house here so it will be easier to return for summers.

[mac_truck]

Iceland v. Croatia should be a good match. Iceland beat them 1-0 in the qualifying round, so the Croats will be looking to even the score.

Look forward to hearing more about your experience there.

[dfwgator]

Ran into them down in Turkey. Serious bad manners and awe inspiring drunks.

I bet they aren't as obnoxious as the Brits who invade places like Krakow for their stag parties.

[Jimmy Valentine]

Probably a tossup. Although the Brits complain about everything especially on sites like Trip Adviser. One in a resort in Turkey was furious that he could not have a true English breakfast which of course includes bacon, sausage etc.

[dfwgator]

Although the Brits complain about everything

Tourist: Yes I quite agree I mean what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamari's and two veg and sitting in their cotton frocks squirting Timothy White's sun cream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day."

Bounder: (agreeing patiently) Yes absolutely, yes I quite agree...

Tourist: And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.

Bounder: (beginning to get fed up) Yes, yes now......

Tourist: And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local color and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "Torremolinos, torremolinos" and complaining about the food - "It's so greasy isn't it?" - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres.

Bounder: Will you be quiet please

Tourist: And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realize they haven't even visited to "All at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'.

Bounder: Shut up

Tourist: Food very greasy but we've found a charming little local place hidden away in the back streets

Bounder: Shut up!

Tourist: where they serve Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion.......

Bounder: Shut up your bloody gob....

Tourist: crisps and the accordionist plays 'Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner'." And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried BEA-type sandwiches and you can't even get a drink of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England and the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ash-trays and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland and has to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can load you up at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of "unforeseen difficulties", i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris - and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at 8, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing "enterovioform" and queuing for the toilets and queuing for the armed customs officers, and queuing for the bloody bus that isn't there to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been finished. And when you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel del Sol by paying half your holiday money to a licensed bandit in a taxi you find there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the bog and there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet. And half the rooms are double booked and you can't sleep anyway because of the permanent twenty-four-hour drilling of the foundations of the hotel next door - and you're plagued by appalling apprentice chemists from Ealing pretending to be hippies, and middle-class stockbrokers' wives busily buying identical holiday villas in suburban development plots just like Esher, in case the Labour government gets in again, and fat American matrons with sloppy-buttocks and Hawaiian-patterned ski pants looking for any mulatto male who can keep it up long enough when they finally let it all flop out. And the Spanish Tourist Board promises you that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a case of mild Spanish tummy, like the previous outbreak of Spanish tummy in 1660 which killed half London and decimated Europe - and meanwhile the bloody Guardia are busy arresting sixteen-year-olds for kissing in the streets and shooting anyone under nineteen who doesn't like Franco. And then on the last day in the airport lounge everyone's comparing sunburns, drinking Nasty Spumante, buying cartons of duty free "cigarillos" and using up their last pesetas on horrid dolls in Spanish National costume and awful straw donkeys and bullfight posters with your name on "Ordoney, El Cordobes and Brian Pules of Norwich" and 3-D pictures of the Pope and Kennedy and Franco, and everybody's talking about coming again next year and you swear you never will although there you are tumbling bleary-eyed out of a tourist-tight antique Iberian airplane...

[Jimmy Valentine]

Perfect! Lololololol

[T-Bone Texan]

Moscow Mules are awesome. Big fan!

But then again, I love ginger, and am a ginger, or was anyway.

[T-Bone Texan]

It is a small dream of mine to someday drink real, actual kvass.

Sure, I have the recipe, but they way you described it is my goal. Off the back of a truck or whatever, and made by real kvassians who know the old ways.

[T-Bone Texan]

You had me at

"fat American matrons with sloppy-buttocks and Hawaiian-patterned ski pants looking for any mulatto male who can keep it up".