If you’ve ever been to Moscow and you are the least bit bougie or snobbish like I am, you have probably eaten at Cafe Pushkin, the famed Russian restaurant by Pushkin square. A few months ago I heard through the grapevine that the fabulous Andre Dellos was bringing oligarch chic dining to NYC and so obviously I endeavored to make it to the devastatingly chic Brasserie Pushkin ASAP. Dellos is pretty fucking ballsy, so he opened Brasserie Pushkin on 57th between 5th and 6th aves, yes thats right, a block away from the Russian Tea Room. Lolz. So on Tuesday I finally made it to Brasserie Pushkin with my Cafe Pushkin companion and fellow globetrotter/BFF Ready Set Jet’s Gillian and lemme tell you, you need to book a table STAT because this was one fabulous meal. So the decor is GORGEOUS, opulent, over the top, Czarist, Marie-Antoinette chic. One of my favorite things about this place is the cocktails. I had the Lolita (what else?) and Gill had the Nathalie which was served with a floating rose petal. Bien sur! Of course we didn’t have just one, so on the next round we switched.

The appetizers were amazing, I had Kamatchka crab salad and Gillian had salmon roe and blini. This was a great course because we were seated right behind a group of oligarch molls and we got to listen to #oligarchproblems which are better than #firstworldproblems any day.

Because it was about 1000 degrees and we were très exhausted from our busy day of pilates, smoothies and a massage, we felt we couldn’t possibly go for the beef stroganoff which looked amazing. Instead, we both got the Chilean Sea Bass (I’m sorry freshman year Environmental Bio teacher I know you said its a capstone species and we shouldn’t eat it but I recycle a lot so sorry). It was some of the most perfectly cooked fish I have ever eaten. Like butter. 

Finally, the highlight of the meal was dessert. We got the creme brulée and it was presented table side covered in an enormous spun sugar dome. The waiter then gave us a history lesson involving Napoleon, the pyramids and some fireworks and then set the entire thing on fire. The sugar dome melted and we were left with this amazing pyramid shaped dessert surrounded by boozy strawberries. It was fucking divine. You should go for the dessert alone. Oh yeah and then we got some macarons and basically had to roll ourselves out onto the street and into bed. GO TO THIS RESTAURANT. Sure its a bit expensive but the experience is worth it and how else are you gonna catch an oligarch?