We had a walkabout St. Petersburg . . . Our heart may not have been in it, after the Incident on Nevsky Prospekt . . . But we were there and hadda make the best of it . . . Cynically, I would say that Prague & St Petersburg are mirror images . . . Where PRG has a medieval, slavic charm marred by soviet era abominations in architecture and culture, tho', SPb has only stray charms in evidence - everywhere -- but overwhelmed by the ordinary , industrial, and dilapidated . . . I can't even be bothered to post the half-hearted pix we took of Nevsky Prospekt (not really a pedestrian esplanade except for a very short stretch), Pushkin, or the onion domes . . . .
But after our walk, we had to eat, and buoyed by our Tandoori Nights experience, we headed to Taverna Oliva, hoping for a similar epiphany . . . The Greek food in PRG leaves us unsatisfied, and the reviews in TripAdvisor and Lonely Planet were very positive . . .
It is quaint inside . . .
But the food, I would say, fell short . . .
The dolmades were less-than-inspired, lacking mint, if not something else, too . . .
The greek salad -- was it just the olive oil was inferior, the ingredients not quite fresh or authentic, it looked alright, just didn't gratify our devotion to greek cuisine . . . Only two olives, too . . . WTF? Only one of those was a kalamata?
The barbecued octopus was almost rubbery (not as good as not-quite rubber), flavor-less . . . I mean I've had octopus that made me slam my head against the table . . .
Mrs's Mossakas Thessalonikas was fishy, to her disappointment, had a fishy taste, but seemed to be all saucy, and no fish . . .