Inside Café Glechik, you’ll feel like you’re at your grandma’s house. That is, if your grandma were Ukrainian. There’s embroidery, old teacups and framed scenes of the Eastern European countryside, but more importantly, amazing food.
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In our current issue Rachel Wharton takes us into the kitchen at Café Glechik, where for years Tyslia Kozlova churred out her beloved pelmeni–plump Ukrainian dumplings stuffed with veal or pork and served swimming in drawn butter–and beet-filled borscht.
On the southern edge of Brooklyn, a portal to Odessa.