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| - With the lush beet-red drapes and art covering all the walls and the simple but pristinely set matching tables, it's like stepping into a homey little Uzbek world decorated by your babushka. Though the atmosphere is rustic, the service is impeccable. During our hour and a half dinner there on a Thursday night, our table of 2 and 2 other duos were attended to by a single, excruciatingly polite server who checked on us often and addressed us by our names. It was the kind of service I'd expect from a personal butler if I were a very fancy person--super different from the divey Asian places I'm used to where they almost ignore you and practically treat you like an inconvenience.
We opted for a small portion of the HOMEMADE BREAD, the SHURPA SOUP, BEEF LAGMAN, and MANTI platter with half beef, half spinach. By the way, it's awesome that they let you mix and match! The crusty, sesame seed bread is a must if you're ordering anything soupy, which isn't hard with the menu selections. The SHURPA soup was very simple, with 2 large chunks each of beef, potato, and carrot, and very clean but dilly-tasting broth. I'm a huge fan of dill and of beef broth, so this hit the spot. The level of flavor packed into the clear broth was fantastic and clearly not a quick-fix feat. The lagman was a very homestyle dish, with nice thick noodles piled with chopped beef and veggies (onions, celery, red and green peppers) and sprinkled generously with dill, although the herbs definitely didn't overpower the dish. I loved the flavors, and the broth was a bit oily but rich, clinging to the noodles and veg and making every bite delicious. I'd like that sauce reduced to put on everything, please. But I have to say, as a biased dumpling lover, the manti were my favorite. The beef ones were tender, and the spinach ones, which I slightly preferred, were very herbal and fragrant. They came with a ranch-like dipping sauce. The wrappers weren't handmade but you can't have it all. Just don't do what I did and tip the manti upside down--you'll lose the broth inside, and it's sad.
The dishes and flavors at Kavsar are such a unique mix of Eastern European and Central Asian and worth a try on that account alone. Park in the Kavsar-reserved lot across the street and prepare to be well-taken care of. Our server insisted on packing up our leftovers with the bread in a separate paper bag to keep it fresh. If he's ever looking for a new job away from the restaurant scene, I think we could work something out.
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