The sign out front read “Dorothy’s Pub”. (Cue The Twilight Zone theme song.) Have I been transported back to my native state of Utah? The scenes of Monument Valley and Arches National Park, the Osmonds glaring at me from the menu with their cheesy Colgate smiles and the sweet smell of Western American style barbecue creeping out from under the saloon doors are all eerily familiar. Or am I in Kyiv? No. It couldn’t be. The service here is far too good for Kyiv. Where am I? And who the hell is Dorothy? As it turns out, I am in Kyiv, and Rod Serling is not sitting next to me munching on ribs, nor is he sipping on a Czech beer, nor is he sampling the Turkish style calamari, but if he were still alive I’m sure he would not object to such a wonderful mishmash of sites, sounds and flavours. And who is Dorothy? No one seemed to know. (Cue more Twilight Zone theme song.) Great specials!