Tel Aviv, Israel — It will be difficult to procure in this city and, well, country, some of the basic ethnic foodfare that we as proud, God-and-baseball-and-US-Weekly-loving Americans wants, nay, NEED to keep the world free. I have mentioned this about Asian food as a whole, including especially Chinese food, and the only way to find quality shit Mexican food here would be to import your own Mexican person. (Note: For some reason this is illegal.) But what we do have here are a plethora of restaurants offering offbeat wittle countries — you know, the kind that don’t have their own nukes — their spot in the sun.
Example #1: Nanushka. Also sometimes spelled Nanuchka or Nanutchka. 8th Grade Schoolwide Spelling (and Geography!) Bee champion though I am, it seems that you can take any spelling liberties you want with Nanushka, because as a former Soviet Bloc country, all Georgia wants now is freedom.
Some people view this place as a rowdy Lilienblum watering hole, while others view it primarily as a restaurant. Tel Avivians would refer to such a two-faced establishment as a restobar, where you can have your cake, eat it, and then wash it down with a bucket o’ beer. Fun though it is for raising your BAC, I think that the food here is really the main event. Everything is unbelievably good, especially the red caviar blinis. The dumplings, filled with goose and beef, are like a fusion of a Chinatown soup dumpling with a kebab and served with a decent side of salsa. And furthermore, by injecting the kebab balls with brie, I have indeed discovered at long last my fantasy of a cheeseburger-kebab. Dreams do come true ladies and gentlemen. I’m just pretty surprised that Georgian food is the dream-weaver and not Gary Wright.
1 year ago • Notes