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November 14, 2007 I was more than a little apprehensive about doing this on a Wednesday night. For those of you unfamiliar with the phenomenon known as ‘matinee day' on Broadway, trying to get a seat in the evening at a place near theaters can be quite a task. This is because the normal pre-evening theater crowd collides with the post-afternoon theater crowd creating a vortex of tourism. This fact was clear in my mind as I walked down Eighth Avenue on my way to The Russian Samovar (256 W.52nd Street). Other than that fear of being overwhelmed by playbill waving theatergoers, I was thrilled to be on my way back to a favorite spot. It had been far, far too long since my last visit and I really missed the music, old-world atmosphere, people, décor and (of course) the vodka. Many infused flavors from sweet to spicy are served in carafes (5-6 double shots). And though the cost has increased over the years, at just $20/carafe, its still one of the best bargains in NYC.
Turning the corner on to 52nd Street I noticed the welcome site of picket signs. Yes I know the current stagehand strike is a terrible thing for New York's economy, but I have to admit to being relieved that the bar would be far less crowded. There would be much more room for me and my friends to spread out and mingle, comfortably. At one point in the night, I even joked with Samovar manager Yasha about it. He laughed and said that as the temperature drops at night, the picketers would come in for some drinks. Though I've never eaten dinner here, I've heard raves about the customary Russian fare. I have snacked on what they call eggplant caviar, which is a delicious mix of roasted eggplant, peppers and heirloom tomatoes with fresh herbs served with toasted bread. But my reason for coming here on and off for nearly seven years now has been the vodka. Not found on the menu—though it's become known as Roman's, named after the bar's owner—my mix of choice is lemon/cranberry. Remember this is real, infused vodka and not simply 'flavored' so drink with care.
There were several birthday celebrations and the Russian rendition of the birthday song always makes me smile. You don't have to be Russian to relate to the need for tradition. Everyone understands the feeling of home and family, friends and good times that warms the heart. This place is steeped in it. You cant help but feel you've been transported to another place and time with the ever-increasing smiles and comfortably rowdy environment. And these are the very things that make it easy to laugh and meet new friends. I'm happy to say the night ended in just that way. Links:
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