Cross-cultural misunderstandings with the best intentions.

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On Petrovka Street in Moscow, Russia, there is a casual and cozy restaurant called, LavkaLavka. This restaurant was one of the first victims of my limited foreign language skills. In severely broken Russian, I asked the waitress, “How do I order tea in Russian?”

“There are many ways that you can do this,” she said with patient amusement. She quickly…