Finally. High quality sushi in Ukraine. Top floor of the chic new Tsum shopping center.
OMG, she also makes the best vareneky in the world — even when I don’t get home until 23:30. I’m in love all over again.
The dietary advice I’m trying to follow:
It is ridiculous that humans know more about distant galaxies than human nutrition. The hard part with nutrition isn’t finding information but sorting through lies, pseudo science, wishful thinking, and mis-information. Here’s what I’ve come up with. Comments welcome.
1. Vegetables (all different colors, and especially leafy greens).
7. Turmeric (applied both before and after cooking, with black pepper).
8. Coffee (with cinnamon when convenient).
9. Tea (black for taste, green, occasionally hibiscus).
10. One meal a day without meat.
11. Little refined sugar.
13. pro biotics: live yogurt, sauerkraut, pickled vegetables.
14. Vitamin D supplement.
Unfortunately, they’re not yet in L’viv. I’ll be their first customer if they make it here. :)
Me: I’d like this, please. (pointing into the menu to a picture of chicken, salad, and French fries on a plate)
Waitress: French fries?
Me: Yes, with French fries.
Five minutes later, the waitress brings a plate of French fries with mayonnaise.
Apparently, some plain old Ukrainian who lived above the restaurant won a law suit against the restaurant for damages incurred during a rennovation.
The writing on the windshield reads “my owner won in court against Murakami.”
We ordered lunch off the menu, then I went inside and asked the waitress for desserts. (I had to go find her because she was too lazy to check on diners.)
When the bill came we noticed that the desserts were rather expensive. I went to the bar with the bill and paid. (Again, I had to walk because the waitress was too lazy to check on customers).
While they counted my change, I took a menu from the bar and checked dessert prices. That was when the waitress “noticed” that they had overcharged us for dessert — by almost double.
These petty criminals have no business sitting in a restaurant, much less running one.
After living and eating in Ukraine for over a year, American produce look bloated and unnatural. Onions are not supposed to be that swollen. Apples are not supposed to rival the size of my head. Carrots are not supposed to look that flawless.
Give me that dirty, crooked, small-ish, and *DELICIOUS* Ukrainian produce, please.