Holiday memory — Dovga that transported me back

I first ate Dovga on a trip five years ago and have been searching for a version this good ever since. This restaurant finally delivered the sweet-sour from fruit quality I remembered. saffron was handled correctly — something most restaurants here get slightly wrong.

tea drinking is a ritual — black tea served in armudu pear-shaped glasses accompanies every social encounter. It was the a Baku meykhana restaurant memory that I was really chasing and this recreated it. sherbet fruit drink was offered and brought the whole experience together. Some dishes are attached to a time and place. This one finally restored that attachment.