Restaurants We Miss


(Greg Caggiano) #1

Someone had mentioned the old Eurasian Eatery in Red Bank in one of the other topics. Not wanting to derail that thread, I’ll create this one. I actually have a column on my blog called “Restaurants We Miss”, which usually end up being obituaries to those dearly departed food joints no longer with us. They sometimes get more reads that current reviews of restaurants. I guess people love nostalgia like I do. I will be posting some links to them in the coming days, starting with Eurasian Eatery. What places do you miss?


I was never old enough to fully appreciate the Eurasian Eatery, which was located on Monmouth Street in Red Bank. I feel like I ate there a lot as a child with my parents. They closed when I was in my late teens. It was a small, cozy restaurant which was ahead of its time in terms of the food they offered. An odd mix containing items on the menu ranging from Hungarian goulash and Polish pierogies to Middle Eastern-style Hummus, French crudite, and Asian stir-fry. There were only one or two things young me would order off the menu before I started to become more adventurous. I remember this dish with chicken and grilled onions tossed in a thick brown gravy and served over a massive rice patty, which was unlike anything I had ever eaten at that time, or even now for that matter.

There was a health consciousness here. The food was flavorful and healthy in an unwavering natural sense without sacrificing taste. Well, not everything. Those pierogies were pan-fried to a crisp in butter and served with sour cream on the side. But plenty of options were vegan or vegetarian, and if they weren’t, they would find some substitute for you. In speaking of this vegan food, these were not dishes containing mock meats or some disgusting blending of God-knows-what just for the sake of being vegan, but actual, well-crafted cuisine. It was not medicinal. Even myself, an avowed carnivore could not help but be in awe with what this place could do with natural, organic, plant-based ingredients. For desserts, they had an extensive selection of fresh-baked cakes and brownies, and a large assortment of coffees and teas. You would get your own mini pot when you ordered one.

In a way, I want to say the Eurasian Eatery was hipster before hipsters even existed. They were ahead of their time. The customer base was generally young, but all ages could be seen eating there. The proprietor of the business, however, was not some young, up-and-coming rock-star in the culinary world, but a cute, little old Asian lady who was probably knocking on 80. She must have been something back in the day. By the time we were customers, she was relegated to standing by the window into the kitchen, assembling orders and supervising the chef in the back. It was adorable. She would greet everyone with a smile and a bow her head gently as they entered.

Rest of my post can be found here.


#2

I miss Jim’s Burger Haven.


(Junior) #3

Lol…you and @corvette_johnny!! I had been there a couple of times I wasn’t a big fan of the place but it was unique!


#4

Cool topic. It kind of reminds me of this one :wink:


(Greg Caggiano) #5

Sorry…didn’t see that.


#6

It’s all good. Brilliant minds think alike :smile:


(Greg Caggiano) #7

I knew I liked you. :smiley:


#8

Finally had a chance to read this…great post, @gcaggiano! I’ll throw out two, also from my childhood, both from NNJ (where I grew up):

-Victoria Station in Whippany, which was a small chain (iirc) and they had awesome beef ribs

-The Library in Cedar Knolls, which had a full menu + massive salad bar, and eventually, make-your-own sundaes. In my mid-teens it was the place our parents would drop a few of us at so we could celebrate a birthday on our own (even though it was a ‘grown-up’ restaurant. They had bookshelves lining the walls with a zillion old books.

As an adult, I miss:
-Tabla in NYC
-Blu and Next Door in Montclair
So many wonderful meals at all 3 of those restaurants, and although the chefs have other places, I’m still nostalgic for the originals.