Any guesses as to which hip dining establishment is shown below?

This is the McDonald's just off Pushkin Square in Moscow. I'm slightly embarassed to admit that our first meal in Russia was here. But isn't it THE nicest McDonald's you've ever laid eyes on?
Let me back up a bit and explain: Our flight landed in Moscow at 6pm and we had 8:30 reservations that evening at a perfectly good restaurant (Turandot). We took our position in one of the half dozen or so passport lines and were fairly confident we'd be able to get out of the airport, check into our hotel, change our attire, and walk from the hotel to the restaurant in 2.5 hours.
We were wrong. The passport control area became insanely busy as more flights arrived. And what did the powers that be decide to do? SHUT DOWN two lines. Seriously. "Welcome to Russia!" people joked. But no one was laughing. Especially those poor people who were in the two lines that were suddenly closed. And yes, two of those poor people were named Jon and Anh-Minh.
Two hours into the experience, we finally got to The Booth. The lady in The Booth seemed to have a problem with my passport, as she motioned for me to step back and wait. And that was all the information I was given for the next 20 minutes. (At least Jon got through without incident and was able to secure our luggage.) My mystery situation was eventually resolved, so we went off to meet our car service. Which was no where to be found. One story was that the driver went to the car to get something and would be back soon. Another story was that he gave up on us and left and was stuck in traffic and wasn't sure how long it would take for him to return. We finally connected with him (after $40 worth of cell phone calls!) around 9pm.
Which meant that 8:30 dinner wasn't happening.
By the time we checked in and the hotel did whatever 30-minute thing they needed to do with our passports, we were starving. In the car ride between the airport and hotel, we had spotted a McDonald's. And we knew for sure that, no matter what language the person behind the counter spoke, s/he would understand a few magical words: Happy Meal. Big Mac.
So at 11pm, we walked into the very crowded McDonald's and had ourselves a good ol' American fast food meal.
Welcome to Russia!
P.S. In the photo above, there are no lines at the registers because this is one of two register areas in this McDonald's. The other set of registers was packed, even though the restaurant was closing at 11:30pm.