This place is THE SHIT. seriously, no fuckin' around. The eastern bloc waitress was cold as ice but somehow the experience wouldn't have been the same if she was cheery. Plus she loosened up after we joked around w/ her a bit. She started us off with some house-infused vodka, raspberry for my female friend and horseradish for me (ok, horseradish vodka sounds disgusting, and it is definitely strange, but I was intrigued and delighted).
We ordered the meat dumplings with sour cream, which were creamy and super delicious. Also the borscht...let me just say the borscht (beet soup) was the BEST i've ever had, and i've had a few borschties in my day. i've never seen it done like this before: served in a crock-type bowl, covered with bread that had been baked over the actual bowl, so that it looked like a giant muffin. i'm guessing they slathered it w/ dough then popped the puppy in the oven at 375. anyway, the waitress, lets call her natasha, cuts it open (so we can access the soup), then we tear off pieces of the doughy goodness to drop down into the steamy pink borscht. UN. BA. FUCKING. LIEVABLE. i'm going back and will try to figure out how i can make my home inside that bowl of borscht.
The entrees were decent, not as crazy good as the apps. We had beef stroganoff, which was creamy and a little too rich, but not bad. Also the duck, which was good but the sauce was a bit too sweet. we were too stuffed for desert.
i'm coming back soon.