cooking. Couldn't be any fresher or more authentic
if you were in Yugoslavian.
Jovan's is a family
operation. Jovan and his wife run the kitchen - he
butchers and cooks, she cooks too. Their son, Joe,
runs the dining room and along with his gymnastic two
year old (estimate) son, Vito, provides the floor show.
Grand finale - Vito balances on Jovan's palm and thrusts
up his arms in an Olympian salute to the gods. The
family doesn't end there. This is the only
restaurant where I've ever got up and started for the
door without even thinking about a check. It was
more like I had stopped in to visit the family next
But a restaurant it
is and pay I did. Gladly. Every thing
is picked up fresh from the butcher, baker, produce
stand and fishmonger every morning. Everything is
cooked to order. Order schnitzel - Jovan starts
off slicing the pork.
The two soups on
their menu make me with the temperature outside wasn't
in the 90s. Chicken Noodle by mom and Dad's been
soup which starts off with smoked pork ribs.
highlight so far has been the stuffed cabbage cooked in
a sauerkraut like brine rather than tomato sauce.
Also schnitzel stuffed with ham and cheese. Next
on the list, their goulash, served over spaghetti.