Cabs in Latvia
I should begin by telling you that I landed in Riga at 11:00pm along with four other jets at the same time. The tiny airport was more chaotic than it usually is, apparently. It took nearly 40 minutes for my luggage to appear on one of the two luggage belts, and it was a toss up the whole time as to which belt it would appear on.
Bag in hand, finally, I headed outside to get a taxi. Unlike in other European cities I’ve traveled to, there was no queue for taxis; instead it was a free-for-all among the masses holding their hands out to grab a cabbie’s attention. There was no rhyme or reason as to why each taxi chose his/her passengers. We were all eager to get one of the official taxis (Baltic cab) and shell out the 15 Euros for the trip to the city center. It was late. We were tired. And the throng of people clambering for taxis just kept growing.
Fed up, I walked across the official taxi lane and decided to take an unofficial taxi. Those were in high demand as well. Most people bartered for a flat fee before they even got in. I would have done that, too, except that I just didn’t care anymore. I was exhausted. I just wanted to get to my hotel and only cared that the taxi took credit cards. With that assurance, I climbed aboard.
“Why are you in Riga?” my cabbie asked.
“I’m here for a travel writer’s conference.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m attending a conference full of travel writers. We’re all here to learn about Riga and write about it.”
“What are you going to write about?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m going to Rundale Palace, but other than that, I don’t know what I’ll see. What would you recommend?”
My cabbie paused to think and then surprised me with his answer. “I have thought about writing about this before. I would write about the Soviet buildings and how Latvia is still old and new. About 80% of the buildings are still Soviet-style. That’s where most people in the city live. You could write about that. And go to Cafe Leningrad. It’s like a Soviet bunker and has old things from that time inside. They have good burgers, too. You have to look for the sign outside. It’s in Russian.”
And with that, I paid my inflated 28 Euro cabfare and thanked him for all his information on what he would find interesting about Riga to an outsider. Little did he know I’d take him up on his ideas.
When my son and daughter-in-law arrived in Riga the next day, they were hungry. I told them I knew just the place. I’d gotten directions from the hotel clerk and we wandered a few blocks until we stood at a corner and I said I thought we’d arrived.
My son looked at the sign. “Leningrad?”
I smiled. He speaks and reads Russian. I’d chosen this spot just because of him. We wouldn’t travel into Russia during our trip, but I wanted to give him opportunities to use his language skills as much as I could while we were so close.
Communist Bloc Chic
True to my cabbie’s word, we did step down into a cement bunker-ish room. There was a dining room to our right, or a more atmospheric bar to our left. We chose the bar.
Transistor radios lined the walls. Old books, posters, and kitschy paraphernalia from the time adorned the place. An old television stood alone in the lobby. I loved the cozy atmosphere. Then I stepped up to the bar to place our order.
We’d each chosen burgers. I pointed to the first one on the menu and the bartender breathed a heavy, beleaguered sigh.
“Do you have time?” he barked at me. I wasn’t sure what he meant, Was this some kind of specialty item along the lines of ordering a souffle? I said yes, we had time. Then I continued on with our order.
“Wait. Wait.” he laboriously wrote down our order. Each burger had a one-word title, but it took a while. “Is this all the food?”
“And we want drinks.”
“I said food! Drinks are not food.”
I couldn’t help but think of the Soup Nazi on Seinfeld. I waited a moment while he ran the order back to the kitchen and then came back to take our drink order. Then pour the drinks. Then write it all down again while he checked the menu over and over for prices. Meanwhile, the line behind me to order drinks and/or food was about eight people long.
Cafe Leningrad’s Menu
I paid and took our drinks to the table. About 10 minutes later, our burgers came out. I think my transaction took longer than it took to cook the food. But that didn’t matter. The burgers were fantastic; a blend of beef and pork with tasty toppings, potato crisps, and a shot of vodka. They came with the burger.
The food was cheap. The drinks were cheap. The beers were good, and the service was — exactly the experience I’d imagine in a Soviet-style bar.
I loved the place. I loved the bartender’s brashness and the throwback to 1970’s/80’s kitsch. If I lived in Riga, I think I’d be a regular there — whether the bartender wanted me to be, or not.
Have you ever taken the advice of a cabbie? How did it turn out?
Very cool that your son reads and speaks Russian! What led to that?
He loves languages. He’s pretty fluent in German and decided to take Russian in college. He’s had a couple chances to speak it so far in Latvia. I’m hoping in Estonia he’ll get to even more. 🙂
Love the look of thus cafe… Ive never gotten advice from a cabbie need to do so in future!!
I always seem to get the ones who want to talk. And then I do ask them what they think I should see.
You always right about the most interesting topics! I haven’t spent a lot of time in Eastern Europe or any former Russian empire, but there is so much history there, lots to explore and I would love to get into the food culture!
Thanks, Andi! I love to explore. Wish we could go into Russia, but it’s not feasible on this trip, so we’ll take what we can get.
I can’t think of a time I took a cabbie’s advice, but your story does remind me of our last trip back to Orlando. The surge prices at the airport for lifts were 3X regular fare. It was cheaper (and much easier) to take a taxi.
Wow! That’s a switch. I noticed on my recent Montana trip that Ubers were more expensive than anywhere else I’ve been. I did get stories and sightseeing ideas from my drivers there, too. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the free time to explore them.
So cool your son speaks Russian. I’m actually trying to learn. How did he find that? I would find your drivers suggestions very interesting!
He has really taken to Russian. Our next door neighbor is Russian, though he’s been in the US for 40 years now. His accent is strong and he’ll speak a little Russian with my son, but he can’t read it anymore. My son can read and write in Russian. He’s not fluent, but he enjoys it.
“I think I’d be a regular there — whether the bartender wanted me to be, or not.” I lol’d at that. Looking forward to reading more Riga posts from you… I really wanted to attend but sadly it was not to be for me this year! The way you described your cab driver and the cafe is great and really gives a feeling of the city and experience. I tend to avoid talking to uber/cab drivers unless I’m in the right mood. And oh man, whenever we do get to chatting it is always some crazy story I’ll remember forever!
I agree. Sometimes I’m not sure I want to chat with the drivers, but I must have one of those faces that just invites it. The stories are always interesting, and I never know what I’ll hear. This time it lead me to Cafe Leningrad — and I came away with my own story!
What an interesting experience. We have spoken with cabbies during transfer to hotels, and found that they often have some good insight. We will also talk with the locals, as they can point us to some of the hidden gems that can be found in nearly every city.
Cabbies and locals always mention interesting spots or insights. Even if I don’t visit a spot they’re talking about, I love having that bit of color to add to the experience overall.
What an intriguing café – I went to a very similar one to the Cafe Leningrad in Chisinau, Moldova – Soviet service meets American diner meets grandma’s parlor! I visited Riga right after the fall of the USSR and it was dark and in need of a good cleaning. All the photos I’ve seen since then make me think I need to go back. As for cabbies, I have a soft spot for them. Once in London I forgot my suede jacket at a hostel. The cabbie was taking me to Heathrow and noting my dismay, offered to pick it up for me and send it back to Canada, where I lived at the time. Two weeks later, the package arrived. Whenever I’m in London, I always take proper cabs, in silent thanks!
What a wonderful story! It does my heart good to hear stories about the kindness of strangers. I can only imagine what Riga looked like back then. They have definitely modernized more than the other cities I saw in the Baltic states. In fact, the people I talked to about the different places we visited all said the same thing: that Riga is the most modern. But walk a few blocks and you’re back to the feel of the Soviet influence.
Yes, I too have taken the advice of a cabbie. Once in NYC based on a conversation about dim sum and once in Dusseldorf re. a hotel. Both turned out well. But I’m not sure I would have asked for any suggestions if I had been traveling alone.
I can understand that. I very often refer to friends I’m meeting up with, whether I am or not. Just to stay on the safe side.
What a fabulous find! Loved your introduction to the city and subsequently, its food. Looking forward to more of your travel tales ~
Thanks so much!
I always enjoy exploring those post-Soviet places, and Riga sounds really interesting. I would definitely try the Cafe Leningrad if I went there!
I hope you get the chance, Karen! I wish I’d had more time to explore more of Riga’s Soviet past. It’s so intriguing.