Cafe Armenia
So last night we went to Cafe Armenia, a small (10 tables or so) restaurant not far from my cousins house. The proprietor and the two other workers were Hayastantsi, and the atmosphere and menu were exactly what you would find in a pre-remond post Soviet little eatery. From the plastic lace tableclothes to the one sheet menu in English on one side, and Russian on the other (and you need to be able to read Russian to figure out that what is called in English something like a wrapped meat is what is called a Blinchik in Armenia and like what I have heard called a Blitz in the US). Aaaanyways, the food was mixed. The soups were delicious, the salad normal, and to be honest, I was a bit disappointed with the Khorovadz. The wine (complimentary!) was nice and although it was a blend of Australian wines, he had done it so that it tasted like the usual Armenian table wine. He also made tan for us with coriander, even though it was not on the menu. Well we were stuffed by the end and had a good time. He pointed out how sad it was that so few Armenians ever came to his restaurant... all his other clients were Australians or Russian Jews. I suspect if he were serving tabule and homus it may be different, but nevertheless, it is sad.
Today I hope to see my cousin's pool construction finished (it was plastered yesterday) and filled. I miss having a pool in the backyard!
So last night we went to Cafe Armenia, a small (10 tables or so) restaurant not far from my cousins house. The proprietor and the two other workers were Hayastantsi, and the atmosphere and menu were exactly what you would find in a pre-remond post Soviet little eatery. From the plastic lace tableclothes to the one sheet menu in English on one side, and Russian on the other (and you need to be able to read Russian to figure out that what is called in English something like a wrapped meat is what is called a Blinchik in Armenia and like what I have heard called a Blitz in the US). Aaaanyways, the food was mixed. The soups were delicious, the salad normal, and to be honest, I was a bit disappointed with the Khorovadz. The wine (complimentary!) was nice and although it was a blend of Australian wines, he had done it so that it tasted like the usual Armenian table wine. He also made tan for us with coriander, even though it was not on the menu. Well we were stuffed by the end and had a good time. He pointed out how sad it was that so few Armenians ever came to his restaurant... all his other clients were Australians or Russian Jews. I suspect if he were serving tabule and homus it may be different, but nevertheless, it is sad.
Today I hope to see my cousin's pool construction finished (it was plastered yesterday) and filled. I miss having a pool in the backyard!
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