Stinky G.
Yelp
This was a horror beyond all imagination.
I went here with my son on a late Saturday afternoon. I had some vague recollection of a good meal I had here several decades ago. I had never been back.
We were walking through the East Village and I saw the nearby "Veselka" was packed to the rafters. All indoor and outdoor tables were full and there was a line.
So I told my son "I know another good Ukrainian place near here", and we walked into UEVR.
When you go into a restaurant in a busy area and the restaurant is COMPLETELY DESERTED it should have set off red flags. We got there and this HUGE restaurant was TOTALLY EMPTY. NOT A SOUL IN IT.
You had to go through a corridor and doorway to get to the UEVR, and I peered through the glass window. I was sure it must have been closed. But then I tried the door and one of the waitresses yelled "Come in, come in!!".
I hesitated. Why was there not a single person in there, especially since Veselka, another Slavic restaurant, was standing room only?
Foolishly (in hindsight), we went in and sat down. The waitress was friendly, brought us cold water and a menu.
This was the apogee of our meal.
I won't go into a lot of detail. I'll just briefly mention what we had, since I will NEVER SET FOOT IN THERE AGAIN.
My son ordered the red borscht, jellied pork and the kielbasa. He ordered a compote.
I ordered the red borscht and the Weiner Schnitzel. And a bottle of beer.
Let me preface this part of my review to state that I have eaten all over the world, in street stalls to expensive hotels, and I RARELY GET SICK.
I'll be brief. I won't describe the food in too much detail, since I will never go back, and if you value your life and your palate, you won't either.
1) Red borscht. Very ordinary, tasted insipid, watery, like it was made a long time ago. It came with sour cream. I ate it and was unimpressed.
2) My son got the jellied pork. Usually, I love this stuff, including the Jewish version made with cow trotters, called P'tcha. We were served the pork version. It was horrible, melting jelly, off-colored old dill, and tiny flecks of pork. Disgusting.
3) After a long wait, my Weiner Schnitzel arrived. It had an odd odor. The greasy breading immediately fell off, in oily chunks, with no adhesion to the "veal". It definitely smelled slightly spoiled. I don't know what compelled me to eat it, but I did, with the dry mashed potatoes (no gravy, no butter), and the lousy sauerkraut.
4) My son reported the kielbasa, which should be great in a Ukrainian restaurant, did not taste good. I tried it and confirmed it. It was not hot, and it has some strange taste I could not identify,
Neither of us liked the food. I was starving, so I ate most of mine. He did not eat most of his. I told him "don't waste food", but he refused to finish it.
After a bill of close to $70 for a terrible lunch, we started walking outside.
My son said to me: "Do you feel sick?"
Yes, I did feel bad. I felt sick and dizzy. We both did.
I was planning to walk home to my downtown apartment, but I started to feel so queasy I wasted money on an Uber. On arrival home, I went straight to the toilet.
I spent much of the next 24 hours in the toilet. I had ghastly smelling diarrhea.
So much for nostalgia and my memories of tasty East Village food from decades ago.
This place is disgusting, unclean and a rip-off. I'm sorry to write this. The waitresses were nice, but I feel obligated to warn people off.
IF A RESTAURANT IN A BUSY AREA IS EMPTY, THERE IS A REASON.
Next time I'll heed my own sixth sense. I can't imagine what kind of morons or brain dead are posting positive reviews about this place.
Bleecchhhhhhhh!!!