![]() ![]() Here instead, Price Chopper must have been running a sale on green and yellow zucchini, as the squash seemed to accompany every single main dish. In the Caucasus, this is the kind of dish that would be served with an assortment of grilled tomatoes, peppers and eggplants, or with a refreshing salad of tomatoes, onions and herbs. I’m also still wondering how one can cook meat on a grill for so long and yet fail to get nice charred hatch marks. I guess we could have returned the dish, but the whole lunch had already taken almost 2 hours, and the chances we could get our point across to both the waiter and the cooks were rather thin. Our second main course was chalakhach, grilled lamb chops, which arrived over well-done. We’d told the lone waiter that we wanted the chops rare, but I doubt he knew what it meant. and the bright green sauce on the picture was some kind of greasy pesto better left untouched. The chicken came with more zucchini than I’ve ever eaten in a single day. I must say, in all modesty, that theirs fell short considerably: the meat was bland, the skin wasn’t crispy, and it was covered with burnt and overpowering garlic. I decided to compare their chicken tabaka to mine. These were just OK and probably factory-made, with a rather watery stuffing. We stuck to the tuber with potato dumplings, topped with fried onions. We started with some fried potatoes with mushrooms, which were fine for what they were - it would be hard to screw up such a simple dish. There’s also an automatic $10 cover charge per person, for reasons unknown. And like several other places, it follows the mysterious trend of serving foie gras with no indication of how it’s prepared. The fairly short menu consists of Russian classics: herring, Russian salads, pelmeni and pancakes are followed by kebabs and grilled fish (which is more of a Brighton Beach standard). The dining room is in line with the large Russian restaurants you find in Brooklyn, complete with marbled walls, banquet tables and a stage for floor shows. Little did we know that Vernissage, faithful to its name, was not a mere restaurant, but also a place of art and good taste, with statues greeting us in the entrance: Located in an impersonal commercial mall space that does little to restore New Jersey’s tarnished image, the restaurant looks less than promising from the outside: This time, we got out of New York City to visit Vernissage in Hawthorne, NJ. I intend to visit as many as I can and report! Just to let you know, buffet manager much nicer then Vernissage restaurant manager.A note about my restaurant reviews: New York City counts many Eastern European restaurants scattered across the five boroughs, most of them ignored by restaurant critics and diners alike. Also, client always right, because client payed you money. This is not the way how manager has to act. Said nothing again and no apologies at all. When we finally find a place our friends sits, He just followed us and rechecked if we are right people and at correct place. He never helped us to find them, just turned and went away. Told to him, what we are looking for our friends. Who told you we are looking for a buffet? That's the decision you made because we had jackets on. Just told to us what we are not in correct place, and a buffet is at the next door. ![]() Yurii (manager) came straight to us and sayid nothing like hello, how we are, whom are we looking for, or why we are here at all. We went inside and start looking for a friend's table where they sit. A guy by the entrance told us go inside with the baby and bring our jackets back after. ![]() ![]() Came tonight with my wife and a little baby for a party. ![]()
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