I'd never been to Troika. This Russian restaurant with French leanings has been open for 45 years. Montreal boasts few such venerable places (Le Paris at 51 years is another), and they do eventually close, as did Les Halles last year, in its 30s. I was determined to not let another golden era restaurant slip through my temporal grasp.
Stepping down into the subterranean Troika is to enter a demi-monde of plush red velvet benches, brocade chairs and white tablecloths - balms for the winter-weary soul. A wall of cut glass mirror distorted the space to an otherworldly dimension, while samovars and oil paintings of Russian scenes placed us in a land far away.
Mmm, caviar. Life's too short to not try the good stuff once. Troika offers your basic salmon eggs at the bottom of the price range (technically not caviar, which must come from sturgeon) through to farmed French, osetra, then beluga. The ban on Russian caviar was recently lifted, so in a celebratory mood (and decidedly off-budget) we plumped for the osetra caviar, deemed by our waitress as not too fishy, not too salty. Though some erroneously pair champagne with caviar, vodka is more apt. A smooth shot of private import fit the bill.
The rarity came on blini (small thickish pancakes) dotted with sour cream. We picked them up with our hands (metal shouldn't touch caviar,
We turned our attention to my $45 table d'hôte, and his à la carte meal. The food is seriously rich. My arteries hardened like a KGB agent upon hearing the description of chicken Kiev - chicken stuffed with butter and garlic, breaded, then deep-fried. For those lamenting the butter-laden French cooking of yore, look no further. (I wished we'd gone here after seeing the Catherine the Great show at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts last year! To have immersed oneself in the art of the Francophile Russian aristocracy before dining on the likes of Russian herring with potato salad followed by duck with apricot, salmon and caviar pasta, or beef stroganoff or rack of lamb would have been perfect.)
I started with a crimson borscht, the colour of bright tarty lipsticks that nearly matched the velvet décor. The soup was a beautiful balance of vinegary and savoury, served as is tradition with a small herbed round bun. My Vladimir's starter was of dense pelmeni dumplings in a delicate but deeply flavourful duck consommé.
Then his thick medallions of boar arrived, bathed in an apple-based sauce, partnered with deep-fried mashed potato balls. I could smell the butter in the saffron sauce of my lobster and shiitake mushroom ravioli before the plate hit the table. The sauce slightly overwhelmed the translucent pasta, though I did enjoy it.
The table d'hôte finishes with coffee or tea and a sweet note. I chose the dessert crêpe over the flourless chocolate cake, its rich cheesy filling studded with raisins. It nearly killed me. No wonder Russia's a drinking culture - you need all that hooch just to burn through the fat. But we should all sometimes succumb to rich decadence.
Troika2171 Crescent, 514-849-9333Live music Thursday to Saturday eveningsDinner for two, without tax, tip or drinks: $90 to, oh, roughly $900 if you go nuts on their caviar tasting menu
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