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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Russian Tearooms

The third item Sarah pre-bought for New York was lunch at The Russian Tearooms, a very posh restaurant next door to Carnegie Hall, up by Central Park.

Very nice. Very posh. Not very expensive. Well worth the time.
Sarah had couple of flash Russian dishes, and I had the kiev. Now, we've probably all had the kiev. Chicken breast, wrapped around garlic butter, then crumbed. Then frozen. You'll find it in the freezer section of most supermarkets. I wanted to see how it was supposed to taste.

Pretty good actually.



The first thing is that it is huge, at least twice the size of the supermarket model. Next, when the waiter presents it, he offers to make the first cut. I've never had anybody offer to cut my food yet, so why not, right?

He cuts it in half, and it bleeds all over the plate. The butter has melted, and if attacked carelessly, it could spray butter onto the unsuspecting.

The butter has just a hint of garlic, unlike the frozen ones in the supermarket, which hit you in the side of the head. There are other flavours which a philistine like me could not hope to identify. Sufficed to say that the chicken is very moist, and very nice.

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