UPDATE FROM FEED ME BLOG APRIL 2010:

On a recent visit to Azerbaijan Grill in Westbury, I was a bit disconcerted to see clips of a 2005 review (and my own name) on the cover of the 2010 menu. More distressing, though, was that so much of what I’d written no longer held true.

In the original review was this description of the tabbouleh: “Here, the fluffy grains with olive oil, lemon, scallions and tomatoes were drizzled with a fruity syrup, dotted with pomegranate. The result was at once sweet, tart, herbal and soothing.”

The emerald green tabbouleh I got this time was basically a lot of chopped parsley and chunks of onion, very little bulgur wheat and absolutely no pomegranate anything. Not bad but not something I'd order again.

When I called the restaurant, I was told the tabbouleh had always been made the way it's being done now. I actually found a photo (see above) of the way it looked back in 2005, so, no, it wasn't my imagination.

While I loved the flaky spinach pie, I found both the hummus and babaghanoush too onion-y. Then, there was the Adana kebab, previously described as “highly seasoned.” Now, what the menu described as “chopped ground lamb, onion, parsley and garlic grilled on open fire” was no more than the sum of its parts. OK but fairly bland. Close to ideal was jujeh kebab, skewered and grilled pieces of Cornish hen.  Salmon kebab was good, if a trifle overcooked, but kebab barg (marinated grilled beef tenderloin chunks) was timidly seasoned.

The place was packed to capacity. Clearly, there’s an audience for Middle Eastern food that’s been fine-tuned to the average American palate.

END UPDATE FROM FEED ME BLOG APRIL 2010

Original review from 2005:

If, a few weeks ago, someone had asked my impression of tabbouleh, I would have characterized the cold bulghur wheat salad as a pleasant enough dish but not something I would crave.

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That was before encountering the tabbouleh at Azerbaijan in Westbury. Here, the fluffy grains with olive oil, lemon, scallions and tomatoes were drizzled with a fruity syrup, dotted with pomegranate. The result was at once sweet, tart, herbal and soothing. The restaurant is named after the Republic of Azerbaijan, which lies on the west coast of the Caspian Sea and is bordered by Russia, Turkey, Georgia, Armenia and Iran. All of these countries have influenced Azerbaijan's exotic cuisine. I'd go back in a heartbeat for another serving of kashkeh badenjan, a mellow eggplant, onion and tomato stew crowned with a swirl of flavored yogurt. Or for the supremely smoky eggplant dish called baba ghanoush. Fried sambuseh -- crisp dumplings filled with vegetables and chick peas -- were good but not quite as compelling. But I really liked the crunchy-crusted spinach pie, which was fried, not baked, and none the worse for it.

Chef-owner Saeid Sheiklar, who recently bought the place from his partner, recommended a bottle of Yakut, a light, dry Turkish red wine which we heartily enjoyed. A friend ordered the lamb shank stewed in tomato paste, imbued with remarkable tenderness and depth of flavor. Lamb stew, however, was a bit too tomato-y, the accompanying green rice pilaf overly herbal. But the brown pilaf that accompanied my husband's kofta kebab -- remarkably juicy, garlicky lamb burgers -- was addictive.

It, like many of the dishes here, had been made with saffron ("zaffron," the menu reads), a Persian accent. Sheiklar, it turns out, hails from the part of Azerbaijan now located within modern Iran. Centuries ago, the area was a stop on the trade route between Western Europe and China. The restaurant's repertoire loosely ties in various influences from that part of the globe.

Decidedly Turkish in origin are the chicken chops, butterflied, grilled and marinated drumsticks, which were particularly well-executed here. Another triumph was the kobideh kebab, long skewered cylinders of ground beef and lamb. The kitchen, it seems, can't do enough good things with ground lamb. The highly seasoned adana kebab was just one more case in point.

I tried only one fish dish -- grilled whole striped bass with a lemon and garlic sauce -- but it was exceptional, the exterior smoky and blistered, the flaky interior delicate and fluffy.

The requisite baklava was made with lots of nuts and just enough syrup. But for something properly exotic, go for the faluda, a Persian version of a Sno-Kone made of frozen rice noodles infused with rosewater and topped with sour cherries. For optimal enjoyment, Saied advised, allow the ice to melt before eating it.

The effect, like the restaurant itself, is transporting.

Reviewed by Joan Reminick, 4/22/05.