Some of my formative culinary experiences as a child centered around the infrequent visits with my mom to the great russian bakeries in the richmond district of SF.
The treats were peroski. Deep fried, salty yeast laden dough, ground beef, onions, mushrooms in a rich thick gravy. So hot it burned my mouth, but so satisfying I didn't wait for cooling to jump back in.
Haven't come across any russian bakeries in chicago yet. Has anybody else uncovered a vein or pure piroshki ore?