The cemetery was a wonderful little place to explore but what tempted us to come to New Haven was a random restaurant review on FaceBook that just looked so intriguing we had to go check it out.
The Transylvania Restaurant and Bar is a Vlad the Impaler themed restaurant in a former grist mill. It has all the charm of an old historic building and all the joy of misplaced vampires! My whimsy meter was already on overload looking at the bathrooms, labelled bat rooms. This was my companion’s idea to come here. Initially I thought it might be kind of… too gimmicky… but I gave it a chance because their menu online screamed European peasant food and you know what I fucking love? That’s right, European peasant food. And I don’t mean to be at all offensive in saying that. I’ve on occasion tried the froufrou rich people food but nothing beats the dishes of the common man. Those dishes have to exist in a space of actually being good and I mean really fucking good.
We showed up a few minutes after they opened and were only one of two (or three?) parties there in the restaurant part, the other one was a large family with lots of exuberant kids. I think it may have been the owner of the restaurant who tended to us and asked how we ended up here. We told her a FaceBook ad and she excitedly exclaimed, in her adorable accent, that the other people here were also showing up because of the same FaceBook post and she asked if she could take our photo. Suuuuure….? We laughed. Funny enough I get asked by strangers for my picture weirdly often on these travels and I don’t mind smiling for the camera.
Anyway, once we settled in we were over the moon with the menu. It wasn’t an extensive menu but it was intense in its options. I could have chowed down on just appetizers and been just fine! But there was more, so much more. Prior to coming here we found a video of someone pulling apart one of their baked cheese wedges, to which my arteries screamed, “NOOO! DON’T DO IT!” Which is why I had no choice but to try it. It was fairly standard to what baked cheese usually is but they served it with slices of granny smith apple that TOOK IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL. I was going to take a photo but we devoured it in a few seconds long before I remembered to do so. We both felt like pigs after that but DAMN was that good!
I was enamored by their selection of soups and salads, including wild mushroom soup and tripe soup, but I had decided before I even came here that I wanted to try the goulash. I didn’t have a firm grasp of what goulash was but it’s such a fun word and sounds so very peasanty. Only problem was it was beef goulash which I’m really not supposed to be eating due to a mild allergy. I went for it anyway, probably much to my companion’s chagrin, as it’s usually his job to chase me around with bottles of water in a usually futile attempt to keep me alive. I went for it anyway and when they served it… it looked like a bowl of wet dog food with a blop of sour cream on the top. I’m not going to lie. But you know what’s great about peasant food? The uglier it is the tastier it usually is. This was no exception! HOLY CRAP was it good! So tender and moist and full of flavor!! With little chunks of potatoes floating in there. You can never go wrong with potatoes. My companion thought something was wrong but I was just making sure to chew really really really well (as to avoid getting it stuck in my throat which is what my mild allergy to beef does.) I was soooo full after the cheese and half a bowl of this goulash. Complete and utter food coma.
Meanwhile my companion had ordered the Hungarian Paprikash which turned out to be an equally flavorful chicken dish. I know because we swapped a few bites. I would have been happy ordering that too! And he ate the whole thing… which was a lot of food! That’s how you know it’s good. When a foodie with nothing to gain says so.
Honestly, I think we would have both really enjoyed trying their desserts, one of which included a flaming pile of impaled doughnuts which was so fitting, but we were both bursting at the seams. We promised to come back… and maybe someday we will. I usually don’t say this of restaurants, but it was worth the two-hour drive to get there. Highly recommend!
