13 April 2009

At Dvin

Saturday afternoon I told Matthew that I wanted to go out for dinner, and I suggested Dvin. I'd read a few reviews and all of them made me want to check it out myself. Every review of Dvin covers the same basic points:
1. the restaurant is staffed by a mother-daughter duo and no one else.
2. the food is authentic and hails from Russian, Armenian, and Greek origins.
3. their location is easy to miss
4. you might wait a long time for your food

We searched the reviews for tips about how to not wait quite so long for our food, and feeling confident that the kids would endure, we set out for the restaurant.

When we walked into the tiny dinning room at Dvin, Matthew reported that he felt like he had been instantaneously transported to eastern Europe. Bold floral place-mats were set over linen table cloths. The walls were crowded with images of Moscow, nondescript watercolors and other sentimental kitch. There were rainbow colored ceiling fans overhead and lace curtains at the windows. This, Matthew said, is Slavic.

Despite our well laid plans to not wait a long time for our food, we did wait a very long time. And the kids got antsy. And progressively more tired. And cranky. They were a challenge. Just as I was regretting the decision to bring the kids with us . . . the food came. The four dishes we ordered were wonderful, so good that we knew then and there that we would not leave without trying desert.

That alone is something remarkable. Wrestling with children is usually enough to submarine an otherwise good dinner, but not at Dvin. Matthew was so impressed by their food that he felt it was worth it to be there even with the kids along. He definately has a new favorite restaurant.

As for me . . . I loved the food. I've only had authentic Russian food a few times (made by Russian friends when we lived in Germany) and so I'm no connoisseur. I don't dare speak to the authenticity of the dishes we sampled, but I would gladly sit down in front of those dishes again. Also, I must praise the atmosphere of the place, down to the mismatched dishes and the Russian music in the background. If eating out is about experiencing something different, Dvin has that in spades.

As we left the restaurant I persuaded the kids to pause for a picture.

They really were good sports.


kat said...

Their expressions combined with the background make it look a little bit like children getting ready to be sold into Russian slavery. No offense. I don't mean that in a mean way. They just look tired I guess.

What did you eat for desert? I've been on a diet for a few days now and would love to hear all about it.

Mary Ann said...

For dessert we had a mango cream pie (unbelievably good) and a berry cheese cake/tart.

For dinner we had a variety of Russian dumplings, pot roast, vegetables, and what the waitress called "chicken meatballs"--they were all yummy.

Karin said...

Ludmilla will make "vareniki" with cherry filling for me, my mouth is watering already just thinking about them...

Mary Ann said...

Oh, Ludmilla. I really miss her.

Terra said...

katie described their faces perfectly :)
Matt has such luck when ordering new food *sigh*.

I don't think I've ever had russian food- next time you could bring a card game for the wait.