Moscow On The Hill

Moscow on a hill is a great restaurant.  Revues usually describe it as "romantic". But from my perspective it is way more then it. For me it is "nostalgic" and "authentic". It is always drive my soul back to the streets of Moscow and St Petersburg of 1992-93 in a time of my youth.
The reason for such fillings isn't a helpful staff, great food or City-famous selection of vodka. It is an owner and hosts Marina and Naum Liberman.  They are both authentic and touchingly forgetful.
I am an artist and use to have an exhibition of the paintings in restaurant's walls. One of the works has disappeared by the end. Then, I have submitted preliminary studies for permanent paintings for decorations. They were given by me to the owners in order to show to and ask an opinion of steady customers. It has disappeared as well and owners do not remember anything.
The panting from exhibit was later been discovered in Naum's apartment by people we both know and returned to me by Naum. It is owned now by my collector in NY. Now is a question for steady customers and staff: Is anybody remembering   collection of 6-8 drawings 18 by 24 inches?  It was representing scenes from pre-revolution Russia in a spirit of the Chekhov's short novels. Drunken merchants, funny waiters, Georgian prince, flirting servants, etc. I still have preceding sketches and my style is recognizable. (<a href="/redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mnartists.org&s=697afa0a41f08d6c59d82c387987e24d6760fc2fb7844c8d297cb4758d229117" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.mnartists.org</a> Konstantin Berkovski). Naum and Marina cannot recollect submitted works. If you remember, you will save me from legal problems.
"Moscow in a hill" is a really authentic place for remembering Russia of early 90's. I need to confess, I often suffering horrible homesickness. As soon, as I am passing by this great restaurant, I fill fully relived and healed.
Among multitude of vodkas "Moscow in a hill" is serving, one kind is sadly absent. It could be sold in bottles of "Stoli" or "Absolut" It was special vodka of the 90's. I would describe it as "isopropyl infused" with long lasting epoxy aftertaste. Who can believe: human can throw up for 3 hours nonstop. The pleasure of existence, when it is over is among my spiritual experiences.   You cannot get this pleasure anymore.
Perestroika was remarkable time. Banks, who forget you and your money. Handyman, who forget he received all pay upfront and cannot recognize your face. Fill of possible adventures and surprises in every dark street.  My  friend was buying 3 bottles of wine from small night booth, received just one from absent minded vendor, and when trying to argue has been shot from gas pistol. Written agreements weren't helpful too. Police has so long waiting list for such cases, so they was dealing only with the cases no less than murder.
At one point, my wife has just refused to live among such absent minded people and we moved Minnesota. It is how I have lost my hometown.

Thank you.

All the happy hour martinis were froofy and probably designed to draw the Wild Onion crowd (bad move), but they had big mugs of good beer, Summit EPA and Bell's Two-Hearted. And Chicken Kiev featuring dill-garlic butter and surrounded by mashed potatoes and a Russian slaw!!! The patio is huge and furnished with comfortable wicker chairs and love seats. They need less-sweet martinis on special and better bike parking, though. After dinner and four (big) beers, it was like $45 (plus tip), which is OK, but barely.

I've never had Russian food, so I cannot comment on the authenticity, but the service was great and the food was delish.

We had the Lamb Cheboureki, Siberian Pelmeni, Broscht, and White Russian Tiramisu. All were very tasty.

I don't like beets and dill, so the borscht wasn't my fave, but my friend liked it a lot. Also, bread bowl is only worth it if you get a stew or something you need to sop up.

Patio was great and they even offer fleece blankets for when it's chilly. Yummy!