"It’s like walking into grandma’s house—if grandma happens to be a bit of a punk rocker from Eastern Europe. From one angle, lace curtains and a collection of cuckoo clocks lend the space a quaint air; from another, torn posters plastered across one wall exude post-Soviet dive-bar energy. But it’s from a third angle, where a sculpture made of flowers and wheat stalks represents a headdress called a vinok and a hand-painted mural evokes folk art, that the big picture begins to form: However incendiary the name, this little restaurant is a heartfelt ode to chef-owner Bo Porytko’s Ukrainian heritage. You’re in for the likes of pelmeni, patychky, and pampushky as well as the kind of good time that comes from doing perhaps one too many toasts in the spirit of the motherland (“Budmo budmo budmo—hey hey hey!”)." - Ruth Tobias