Simply Dvin

Is the food really as good and fresh behind the old Iron Curtain as it is here?

I wonder what the two women who work there -- the sole employees of this Armenian-Greek-Russian restaurant located in the Old Orchard section of Webster Groves -- are doing right now. I'm pretty sure they're not scrambling to turn over tables, fire up orders from the elevator-size galley or haul ever-more stock out of the walk-ins and lowboys. It's not a particularly busy restaurant. In all the times I've eaten at Dvin, whether stopping in for a quick solo lunch, enjoying catch-up dinners with old pals or bringing in bunches of friends in the hope of turning them on to my favorite hole-in-the-wall foodie find, I have seen, in total, exactly two other diners.

Perhaps the women are instead tending to the jungle of houseplants (cacti, dracaenas, ivy) that cram the storefront's entranceway and bay window. Or maybe they're rearranging the artificial flowers, with their shellacked-on dewdrops, that rest in stem vases atop each of Dvin's nine tables. There are straight lace curtains to wash, fruit-and-floral-patterned plastic placemats to wipe down. There are rainbow-colored ceiling fans (which remind me of those rainbow-colored caps with the propellers on top) to dust, and rows of framed landscape paintings on the walls and Russian nesting dolls in the unrefrigerated deli case to keep orderly. So it's no wonder that when I arrive, the restaurant's front door is often locked, neon-lit "Open" sign be damned. When I knock, one of the women answers in a housekeeping smock.

As I take my pick of tables, the younger woman will ditch her smock and dutifully fetch me a plastic-sheathed menu, creased and tattered, and a paper-napkin roll-up. She'll also turn on some music, something Europoppy or this one blowzy chanteuse who must be the Edith Piaf of Greece, while the older woman retreats to the kitchen.

Wonder women: Natalya Bryantseva (left) and her mother, Lidiya Skilioti (right), are Dvin's sole employees.
Jennifer Silverberg
Wonder women: Natalya Bryantseva (left) and her mother, Lidiya Skilioti (right), are Dvin's sole employees.

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Dvin

8143 Big Bend Blvd.
Webster Groves, MO 63119

Category: Restaurant > Greek

Region: Webster Groves

Details

Armenian dip $3.95
Ukranian goulash $7.75
Vareniky $6.25
Chicken Kiev $6.75

314-968-4000. Hours: 11 a.m.-2 p.m., 5-11 p.m. Mon.-Sat.

8143 Big Bend Boulevard, Webster Groves

The waitress will jot down my order and take it to the kitchen. I like to pretend that the back of the house is the setting for an Eastern European sitcom/reality/cooking show. Occasionally I'll hear them bicker back there in their thick native tongues, and I'll think it's like Sanford and Son meets It's a Living, or the episode of Seinfeld where Elaine couldn't tell if the Korean ladies in the nail salon were making fun of her. But I also dream of watching the cook-woman work, with lots of close-up shots of her adroit, expert hands chopping garlic and eggplant, stirring a cauldron of borscht, rolling meat. I wish I could be a great meat-roller, but I don't trust my spastic knife skills to carve a pocket inside a breast or filet without splitting the thing wide open.

And when my food arrives and I dig in, I entertain myself by thinking: Do they realize how great their food is? Was an everyday meal behind the old Iron Curtain really this good and fresh, this imbued with homemade goodness?

Meat blintzes: four mounds of ground chicken -- which gives the meat an airiness and a delicacy that could never be achieved in plain old breast meat -- wrapped in crepe-thin pancakes that carry a seductive honey flavor. Chicken Kiev: more chicken, two fist-size portions of it rolled around a center of fresh herbs, lightly breaded like they've been sprinkled with pixie dust and oh-so-lightly fried, sided with a nimble, couscous-y rice and a dollop of cold tomato compote. Armenian dip, a twist on standard hummus: kidney beans, fried white onion, olive oil and sesame seeds, something like refried-bean dip but more special, with more integrity and texture.

Roasted red peppers: delectable slices of sweet bells, marinated in olive oil and garlic until they drip and ooze Mediterranean sensuousness, topped with sliced black olives and crumbled feta. Vareniky: a signature of Ukranian cuisine better known stateside by their Polish name, pirogies -- delightful and almost silly, doughy dumplings that resemble half-cooked ravioli, coagulating into a single mass of starch around their mashed-potato-and-cheese stuffing. And goulash -- who knew goulash could ever be this sprightly and earthy? Another Ukranian interpretation on Dvin's menu, it foregoes Hungary's sour cream and buttered noodles, allowing its watery beef broth, assailed with herbs like cilantro, paprika and rosemary, to take center stage.

How strange that while their food possesses a sense of sweetness and light, the Dvin women's own demeanors can read -- at least here, in the relatively affable land of the Midwest -- as stern and humorless. There's a firmness to the waitress' reply when we ask her what herbs are in the goulash: "I don't know. She cooks." Later that evening, when we inquire about dessert (baklava and napoleons are listed on the menu), she tells us they're all out. We suspect she just wants us to leave.

Usually small, family-style establishments like Dvin make up for what they can't provide in hip cuisine and expensive flatware with just-plain-folk personality and charm. If Dvin has a certain charm, its cut-and-dried charmlessness is its charm.

I didn't want to peel back the curtain (iron, lace, whatever) and find out the true story of Dvin, partially because I'd be robbing myself of my little fairy tales, and partially because I was worried they'd hang up the phone on me when I put on my reporter's hat and called. In fact, I was instructed to show up in person if I wanted to ask questions, so I did.

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