A note about my restaurant reviews: New York City counts many Eastern European restaurants scattered across the five boroughs, most of them ignored by restaurant critics and diners alike. I intend to visit as many as I can and report!
What to do on Black Friday on your way back to New York after a Thanksgiving family gathering? Stop for lunch at a Staten Island restaurant, of course!
Chinar on the Island “honors the breadth Mediterranean cuisine by bringing fresh, wholesome cooking from almost all regions of Middle East to an elegant, contemporary and comfortable setting [sic]”. However, as they answer phone calls directly in Russian, you may start realizing that this joint isn’t quite Mediterranean, and they don’t really serve Middle-Eastern food either. A glance at the menu reveals this is actually one of a handful of Azeri restaurants in New York — the other ones I’m aware of being Apsheron, Baku Palace and Cafe Sim-Sim.
Apparently, the Soviet community has recently boomed in the forgotten borough, and although you won’t feel the same kind of immersion as in Brighton Beach, there’s a local Russian-language newspaper, and a few stores and restaurants.
Chinar’s dining room is pleasant and not too kitsch, save for the (uh-hum) fountain and golden trees in the center — “[the] branches are bringing peace and relaxation into today’s stressful life”, we are told. You can check out the pictures on their web site, but looking at my own snapshots of the bar, I now see that not only can you watch the Kremlin’s official programs on Russian Channel 1, you might also be able to smoke the hookah:
The menu offers a commendable selection of Azeri dishes, above and beyond the usual shashlyk assortment you find in other places, even in Azerbaijan.
We started the meal with piti, a broth with lamb, potatoes and chickpeas:
The soup was good but slightly lacked complexity. I’ve seen piti recipes where onions, tomatoes, plums and various herbs were also added. The flat bread was everything bread should be: warm, freshly made and fragrant (quick scientific explanation: bread contains lots of starch, and starch “retrogrades” and traps flavor when cooling, which is why bread tastes so much better when it comes straight out of the oven).
Next came two appetizers on the same platter, the meat kutab and gyurzas:
A kutab is a disc of thinly rolled dough, stuffed, folded, then fried. The small amount of filling is traditionally made of lamb, greens or pumpkin. Our meat version was nice and juicy. The dumplings, called gyurzas, also contained a delicious lamb mixture. In the recipe I knew, they are simply boiled, but these were boiled then fried. The appetizers were served with katyk (a kind of thick yogurt) mixed with dill. Sumac, the red spice you see on many of the pictures, adds a lemony taste to the dishes.
We tried only one of the shashlyks, the lyulya-kebab, ground lamb grilled on a skewer and wrapped in flat bread:
This was fine but a bit disappointing after the appetizers. The meat was too compact and not juicy enough to my taste. The mashed potatoes were nondescript and the ketchup-like sauce unnecessary. I would have been much happier with some narsharab, a pomegranate sauce.
The entrées kept coming, and here’s the lamb soyutma, lamb shanks slowly cooked for 5 hours:
The meat was very tender but could have used more seasoning. I guess this was what the mustard sauce was for. Although I’ve never heard of mustard being used in Azeri cuisine, I wouldn’t have minded if the sauce was good, but it was only moderately successful…
The menu offered several kinds of plovs, and we chose the Govurma plov, with lamb, onions, dried apricots and chestnuts:
In Azeri plov, unlike its Uzbek couterpart, the rice and the garnish are cooked separately and put together only at service time, yielding a somewhat drier, less greasy dish. This was pretty good, but the lamb was mostly bones. I find that it makes more sense as a side to eat with shashlyks than as a full-meal dish.
Unfortunately, the restaurant doesn’t make its own desserts and only offers “Italian-style” cakes. Too bad — I would have gladly finished with a piece of Azeri baklava…
In retrospect, I wish we’d tasted more of the kebabs. This is the eternal problem with Azeri cuisine: either you order the shashlyks and you complain you never get to try anything else, or you order other entrées and you miss eating the shashlyks. I could totally see myself coming back with friends on some weekend night and trying many of the things we skipped — the kebabs, the quail, the other plovs, the hookah. But then… how are we supposed to get home from Staten Island in the wee hours???