Sarma

Wow! flavors like these will make your mouth happy! Every dish was unique, creative, and packed with flavor. It’s easy to see why reservations are so hard to get. You can try yr luck at the bar, 1st come 1st serve. The menu changes often, which makes me wish I lived closer so I could visit regularly. We ordered quite a few dishes, and the portions were perfect for sharing. The fresh bread was an amazing start to the meal, and the sugar snap peas were a standout. Since the menu is always evolving, my recommendation is to ask your server what the chef is most excited about and order it. You really can’t go wrong. The servers are very knowledgeable This was a memorable dining experience, and I hope my next visit won’t be too far away.

There doesn't even really need to be a review here--this place is pretty unbelievable. It's an incredible ambiance, with both tables and vast bar seating. About 50 or so tapas to choose from, all curated beautifully. Honestly, if you don't like this place you are just a picky eater. Staff was kind, and we were even given a free item! The corn bread is absolutely mandatory, but the snap peas and tuna tacos were phenomenal as well. Be prepared to wait! (That should tell you how good this place is).

After seeing a ticktock review we had to try it! It was good! Hard to park so be prepared before hand. We were a family of 4 and tried 8 dishes and 2 desserts. We were stuffed! Loved the atmosphere and the servers.

Sarma is less of a restaurant and more of a delicious meze-induced fever dream. If you’re lucky enough to snag a seat, here is the survival guide for your palate: ​The Buckwheat Bagel: Paired with apricot butter, it’s a nutty, sweet, and salty masterpiece that makes standard brunch feel deeply uninspired. ​Garlicky Broccolini: Charred, snappy, and so aggressively flavorful it’ll make you forget you're eating a vegetable. ​The Sunchokes: The undisputed heavyweight champions. They arrive perfectly caramelized, creamy, and packing enough savory punch to make a potato have an identity crisis. ​It’s loud, it’s vibrant, and the food is worth every ounce of the hype. Just wear the stretchy pants and embrace the garlic.

It’s rare that a restaurant leaves me this disappointed. I’d been eager to dine here for a long time, and after finally managing to secure a reservation, I walked away wondering what all the hype was about. The black-seeded cornbread—one of the restaurant’s signature dishes—arrived with the bottom completely burnt. Beyond that, the flavors felt muddled and unnecessarily overcomplicated, which ended up being a recurring theme throughout the meal. The latkes served with the trout taramasalata were so overcooked they were nearly black. The fried sesame chicken suffered the same problem: dry, overcooked, and completely lacking the texture you’d expect from a fried dish. The lamb sliders were the lone bright spot, but one good plate couldn’t salvage the experience. Nearly every dish felt overworked or overcooked, and nothing justified the anticipation or the difficulty of getting a reservation. I can’t remember the last time I left a restaurant this disappointed. Even worse, I left with a stomachache. For a restaurant with this much buzz, the execution simply wasn’t there.