Funduk

An eatery with a slightly naughty sounding name hidden deep in the soviet era projects is a dream come true. Don't you agree? Well, you should.

First thing you notice walking in is an old man guarding no more than four over-coats at the coat check that is bigger than a lot of dining establishments of the world. Considering the economic state of today, it's nice too see such cosmic level of inefficiency. Paying a salary to a guy for holding onto three coats plus his own. Well done.

The interior of Funduk is new and clean if not little bizarre. It seems that they couldn't decide if they should turn this space into a restaurant, jazz-club or a road-house reminiscent of the tacky Patrick Swayze movie tackily named "Road House". Fit for brawling and all.

To the food: I ordered a Salad, Cheese stuffed Eggplant and DUCK. My companion got also a salad and wisely opted for Sashlik. Salad was fresh and tasty, eggplant was filled with cheese-garlic-walnuts concoction and it was good. Eggplant just a bit bitter. I guess they don't like to go through the hassle of pulling out the juices that carry the bitterness by letting the eggplant sit in salt.

My friend declared the Sashlik a triumph, one of the best if not the best. Good for him. My order on the other hand....... Yes, yes I know. What was I thinking, I had no business ordering the DUCK in a place like this. When I saw it brought out, I knew right away, but by then it was too late. All I could do was mumble to my-self "Funduk Funduk Funduk". I don't blame them, it's all on me.

So don't be afraid, you'll be alright, just think before you order. I'm not sure how you're gonna find the place though, since they have zero web presence. I guess you can ask for directions in the comments section.

P.S. By the way I'm pretty sure that Funduk means hazelnut in Georgian.