A carload of friends and I had to flee Sheepshead Bay one Sunday evening like escaped prisoners on the lam. We'd started our expedition with the modest expectation of eating in one of the Turkish seafood joints that line the bay's concrete bathtub. What we discovered when we arrived—and saw crowds of diners milling in front of every restaurant—was that not only was it Mother's Day, but Victory Day as well, when Russians commemorate vanquishing the... More >>>