249 Pearl Street (Somerville)
Some of us were experienced in the ways of Sarma, and so we knew, before beginning, not to fall prey to the restaurant’s ritualistic palate tease. (A danger to both body and wallet.) We steeled ourselves at our June meeting, ordering only a few menu dishes for the table (they are all worth trying), fully prepared for the endless parade of delectable little “extras” to prance by, knowing each and every one could be ours (for a price). And that fried chicken? Worth staying up (or waking up) for, every single time.
There also was a dessert-type concoction that involved hot caramel. Need we say more?
The service was not fawning at Sarma; they didn’t neglect us either. The hosts, servers, and bartenders were businesslike and fairly efficient, which honestly seemed somewhat out of touch with the intimacy of the food they served.
Overall, our night at Sarma pleased us, and even if we ended up pushing our taste-bud boundaries a bit and left unsure of where we stood with the staff, we are perfectly ready to go back and see what comes next.
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