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| - Just realized I'm about to review yet another Russian restaurant, it's like I won't learn my lesson and keep going back for more spanking.
Every time I end up at a Russian restaurant it's because my giddy family gets a huge kick of hearing me speak Russian. Never fear, the wait staff is fluent in English, but I oblige all the same.
The food is...Russian. You've been to one Russian restaurant, you are an expert, choices vary not at all, frankly. We are not fancy. We whip up solid, hearty meals built around meat and potatoes and we come from a culture that valued salt as one would gold, so salt and pepper are it. We occasionally get saucy and throw in some dill or parsley, but we are plain and earnest in our cuisine. And heavy. Sour cream makes a fantastic base for every Russian sauce. Simple reason is we come from a place where it gets so cold in the winter, you are lucky to keep your face and toes from falling off. We need nutritious, calorie dense fare to keep us from freezing to death. We eat to keep alive, no joke. And we have to pickle everything because it all only grows two months a year.
And so Cafe Mayakovsky suffers from three things plaguing every Russian restaurant I've visited in Vegas- first, service can only be understood by Russians, meaning it is polite, but it's customary to give you time and space to socialize, so by a typical standard- slow, though really, they are just politely not rushing you. Second- food never varies much. Lastly- it's depressing beyond belief to be only party in a restaurant on a Saturday night.
Go and get a cross cultural experience, why not.
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