If you click on the GS European Deli link, you'll see that it leads to a site that calls it the GL European Deli, and the url reads as such, but within the site itself, on their menu, and above the door to their physical establishment it appears that they are more correctly the GS European Deli, so that's what I'm going with. The lack of consistency is driving me nuts, though, and I want them to sort it out, especially since it greatly decreases the google-ability of a deli with really good food.
That was one handsome bowl of Ukrainian borscht, which is a beet soup that I mixed tons of sour cream into. Their particular version of the beet borscht is much more bland than what I am used to, but once I punched it up with some salt, its flavours came through, and it was delicious.
That's one thing I really like about the GS European Deli: they don't add much salt to their food, so it's up to the individual to salt to taste. I've eaten in enough establishments that oversalt their food that this made for a fresh eating experience.
The Palinode had the Russian solyanka, which was a rich and meaty soup that I found to be highly covetable.
The beef stroganoff looked nothing like the website's picture and had far less creamy sauce than the version I am used to, but I definitely preferred it over what I am used to. Without all the extra sauce smothering everything, we were able to enjoy the best part of the dish, which turned out to be the carrots. They had sponged up a savoury flavouring from their surrounding elements, and I think I could have eaten a bowl of them alone.
Not being a huge cooked vegetable lover, this is really saying something.
We haven't yet had any of their specialty coffees, just the straight up regular old coffee, which they call The Colombian, but it is good. It's strong, flavourful, and has no air of truck stop about it.
Pictured above, from front to back, we had a tasty spread of golupsti, which are cabbage rolls I cut up into bits before I took the photo, blinchiki, which are meat-filled crepes, and syrniki, which are sweet cheese fritters that made me feel like I'd eaten miniature bowling balls. I want more.
We topped the whole thing off with Russian Napoleon cake, which didn't look that exciting, but it was amazing. I'm not being hyperbolic here. It made me make embarrassingly sexual-sounding noises in a deli half-full of older ladies.
And I took fifty pictures of the Palinode taking notes in between and in the middle of dishes as he picked off every plate on the table, because he likes to write about food. I just take pictures of it and use words like "good" and "delicious", but he waxes kick ass with sentences like "the Double Down sandwich is actually a creature from an alien race bent on stealing all the moisture from our bodies and turning us into fashionable leather pouches".
Since I took these pictures, we've been back for both the pelmeni and perogies, and damned if we didn't walk out of there with a hefty sack of frozen perogies for our very own.
I've only covered the menu food, but they are a small deli, too. They have traditional Russian clothing, homemade frozen food, sweets, and things in jars labelled in incomprehensible cyrillic that look mighty fine if somewhat mysterious. I might just buy some stuff there one of these days and surprise myself with mystery food.
On a completely different note, did you know that I am succumbing to yet another cold? I am. I blame this never-ending parade of viral infection on the fact that I work in a shoe store and end up having to lean in close to hundreds of strangers a week to better see their feet.
I'm looking at my pictures of the GS Russina Deli food now and remembering the good old days when I could taste my food. Oh, those were sweet days. And salty ones. And the ones with subtle undertones of rosemary. And the full, sweet flavour of Russian Napoleon cake.