Prior to last weekend, I had been to NYC twice. I came away with the opinion that it was a dirty, disease infested place with no redeeming qualities. The first part mostly still stands. But there are some redeeming qualities I found.
I had been thinking about giving NYC another shot, but by myself. On my terms. But it was just a thought kicking around the back of the ole skull. One day, at the local hardware store, I ran into a Georgian man. I grilled him about Georgian bread and his thoughts on the options in D.C. He immediately rejected the possibility of finding a good one here and told me I had to go to NYC. That thought kicking around got a little bigger. Then Amtrak sent me a sale flyer to NYC. So I jumped. And I made a map of all (literally all) of the Georgian restaurants in NYC. I picked an AirBnB somewhere in between the two main areas. That was about all the planning I did. I found a few gigs to catch if I had the time and I packed a change of clothes.
A shot from the train:
Somewhere in Brooklyn:
Veselka is a Ukrainian diner. Excellent Borscht, though I can't vouch for the authenticity.
I had planed to go to a handful of Georgian spots. I ended up going to two. The first was the one the man at the hardware store suggested. Oda House. They had a list of about 8-10 Georgian breads. I grabbed a friend and her boyfriend and we ordered 4 kinds.
This is the Phenovani and another corn bread type one with walnut sauce.
Adjaruli with the egg
Megruli - Stuffed with cheese, topped with cheese. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? No. It's amazing.
"Don't worry, everything is going to be amazing."
Doughnut from Dough. Not a lot in this part of Clinton Hill/Bed-Stuy, but damn if this isn't the best doughnut I've ever had.