goodbye, tino’s. you shady little bar next to the rally’s drive-through on mayfield. i will miss walking through your swinging door with a baby on my hip having all those ladies in the dollar store parking lot eyeing me and thinking, “what in the world is she taking a baby into a bar for in the middle of the afternoon?” but i don’t mind them. they don’t know what i know. they don’t know that before getting to the heart of tino’s, there’s another door. and this one takes you into cleveland’s own bona-fida russian grocery. they don’t speak english in here. oh no. it’s all “Здравствуйте!” and “Как поживаете?” and if you have a hankering for real, honest-to-goodness homemade smetana, this is the place for it. i will miss stocking up on pelmeni and mayonnaise in a bag. i will miss surprising the little old woman behind the counter by saying things like, “Добрый день.” i will miss the case of fish heads. i will miss the bins of candy i’ve never liked. i will miss walking into the store on humid day and having fierce flashbacks to the months i lived in rostov. i will miss you, little piece of russia.