Yelena Moroz

Great food fantastic atmosphere, small cozy, good service

Ilia Tamozhnikov

Very nice place! Super friendly stuff and tasty food! Highly recommend 👍

Scoobs96

Excellent Food excellent experience. The staff are very friendly and accommodating definitely recommend for anyone looking for a good night out with good delicious food

Olga Novojilov

We celebrated our wedding at this restaurant, and I should say it was great! The food was delicious and all the guests were full and happy;) the place itself is beautiful and it looked great with the decorations and flowers. The owner of the restaurant is amazing: she was there at the wedding and made sure everything goes according to the plan, and the best service us provided. Can’t say enough thanks!

Aleksandr Skuratov

Nice place to share a Friday night with friends. Great food and service. Live music.

Ray Mack

European style restaurant and menu European as well with little american accent.

+2

Puff Puff

Every rude and food was not cooked all the way it was RAW DONT NOW Bother coming here if I could give it a zero stars I would

Young m

No Soul, No Taste, No Party - Oleandr Restaurant, Brooklyn I don't usually write reviews, but this one? This one I must. I've been throwing parties for years--big ones, small ones, weddings, anniversaries, New Year's, you name it. I know what a real party looks like. I know what good Russian food tastes like. And I know when someone's trying to sell you glitter with no gold underneath. Oleandr? They're selling you glitter from the dollar store. I went as a guest to this event--nice people, not their fault. But the place? Disaster. Let's start with the entertainment. There's this blonde woman on stage, big personality, big hair, no voice. She's lip-syncing like it's a school talent show. No energy, no charm, just dancing like she's counting steps in her head. And don't get me started on the saxophone guy. Bro, if you're going to fake it, at least pretend! He didn't even press a button. Just standing there while music plays like it's coming from his shoes. It was insulting. I've had uncles with accordions who bring more fire than that whole stage. Now the food--bozhe moi. Cold cut platters from Costco would've been better. Salads drowning in mayo, dry meat that tasted like it took a nap in the oven and never woke up, and nothing--nothing--fresh. I've seen better presentation at kids' birthday parties. And they call this fine dining? In what country? This place has no heart. You can't fake atmosphere. You can't fake flavor. And you sure as hell can't fake music when half the room knows you're faking it. If you care about your guests, don't book here. Go somewhere that knows our culture. Knows hospitality. Knows how to make people dance and eat like kings. Oleandr is for amateurs. I left hungry, annoyed, and embarrassed I wore a good shirt.

tina t

I don't usually leave reviews like this, but Oleandr absolutely earned it. We attended what was supposed to be a birthday celebration, but they turned it into a disaster from start to finish. Let's start with the food--if you can call it that. The oleander salad, which sounded like it might be something fresh or creative, showed up with turkey tossed in like an afterthought. Who puts turkey in a salad at a formal banquet? It felt like someone just grabbed lunchmeat from a leftover deli tray and threw it in to fill the bowl. It was dry, bland, and made no sense whatsoever. Not a single person at our table touched it after the first bite. Then there was the lox, which clearly sat out way too long--warm to the touch, dry at the edges, and straight-up questionable. And the foie gras? The worst we've ever had. Rubbery, flavorless, and almost insulting to call it foie gras. Just when we thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, the hot dishes arrived--mushy, overcooked, and totally unidentifiable. We all ended up pushing the food around our plates and finally giving up. We literally left starving after a full-course banquet. The music was blaring so loudly we had to yell just to be heard across the table. There was no ambiance, no comfort--just chaos. And the so-called performer? A blonde woman who clearly wasn't singing, just pretending to mouth the lyrics while awkwardly swaying to a pre-recorded track. It felt more like a low-budget karaoke night gone wrong. What should have been a joyful birthday celebration turned into a night of frustration, hunger, and secondhand embarrassment. I would never recommend Oleandr for any event unless you're trying to ruin someone's evening. Absolutely disappointing.

clair c

A Raw Disaster and a Rude Refusal I grew up eating this kind of food, so ordering the chicken tabaka felt like reaching for something familiar and nostalgic. Instead, I was served a disgrace of a dish that was not only inedible--but downright dangerous. The chicken was clearly low-quality, with a rubbery texture and a weird aftertaste. It was supposed to be crispy, well-seasoned, and juicy. Instead, it arrived looking pale and sad, soaked in grease, with skin so soft it felt steamed, not pan-fried. The real horror? It was undercooked. There were sections of pink meat near the bone. Raw chicken. I pointed this out immediately--and they refused to take it back. No apology. No offer to remake it. Just a dismissive shrug and a snarky, "That's how we make it." I'm sorry, but unless you're running a salmonella tasting menu, that's not how anyone should be making chicken. The seasoning was nonexistent. It tasted like it had been boiled in regret and tossed in oil for good measure. No garlic, no crisp, no love--just a greasy, limp, half-raw bird that should have never left the kitchen. I walked in craving a dish that once reminded me of home. I walked out angry, nauseous, and honestly worried about food poisoning. This restaurant doesn't just serve bad food--they double down on it with attitude. Eat here if you want disappointment with a side of health risk.

4rent 2012

What Did I Just Attend? - Oleandr Restaurant, Brooklyn Okay, look--I've been to a lot of Russian spots in my life. I've got close friends who throw real Russian parties: the kind with music that makes you want to dance, food that keeps coming till you can't breathe, and vodka that makes you forget your ex. I know the vibe. I came to Oleandr for a longtime friend's party, expecting just that. What I got? Dio mio. It felt like I walked into the rehearsal dinner for a bad cruise ship wedding. Let's start with the "entertainment." There's this blonde woman--frizzy bleached hair, built like she wrestles bears for fun--lip-syncing to old dance songs like she was being held hostage by her own playlist. I kept looking around like, "Is this for real?" Then came the saxophone guy--oh, this guy. He's "playing" while his hands aren't even moving! I swear on my nonna's lasagna, the man stood there like a statue while the saxophone kept wailing. Either he's a magician, or the music was faker than my cousin's Gucci bag. Now the food. Madonna mia. Banquet food that tasted like it came out of a microwave from 1987. Overcooked, under-loved, and served with a side of sadness. I tried a few things just to be polite, but even my fork was begging me to stop. And I'm Italian--I respect food. This felt like a crime against taste buds. I felt bad for my friend. This was his big night, and I know he meant well. But Oleandr? Nah. Looks fancy, but it's all smoke and mirrors. You want a real night out? Go find a spot with actual musicians, a chef who cooks with love, and someone who knows how to throw a party--not whatever this was.