All four of my grandparents came to this country from Russia. So it was a bit nostalgic for my mother last week when, driving through SF out toward the ocean, we passed an old-fashioned Russian bakery:
She saw it and said she'd love to go there sometime to see if they had real pumpernickel bread. Being the good son I am, I turned around and headed back, dropping her and the rest of our party by the front door (since it was raining):
It was late on a Sunday afternoon, but the bakery was packed. Sure enough, they did have fresh pumpernickel bread, along with lots of other traditional Russian choices:
I especially liked "any kind of Piroski" and the spelling of "blinses."
There must be a strong Russian community in that part of SF. They certainly have a good place to go for their bread and pastries.