Sterility can make for an unhappy home. It can do likewise for an unhappy restaurant. When we want cozy, when we want loungy, when we don’t want to light up the freaking grill and wash the dishes ourselves, we want Truva.

The Mediterranean fusion hotspot’s main dining room sinks down a step, creating a needed separation from the bustle outside on Andrew Young International Boulevard. It’s like you’re stepping down into your own living room after a long day.

Home for the evening could be the cream-colored wraparound leather banquette, or maybe the booths bathed in orange and green. The banquette’s the choice if you’re feeling social, the booths if you want your own space.

Who wants a drink? The wine list at Truva is simple and to the point, much like your wine list at home. But if nothing grabs you, the large, fully-stocked bar will.

Fenuxe loves the cigar shaped meat pastry. No, seriously. It’s a warm app, a hearty mixture of beef, lamb, and herbs wrapped in phyllo dough.

A look at Truva’s entrees gives you the answer to why Mary had a little lamb—Truva apparently killed them all. From chops to shanks, roasted to stuffed, you get all the variations on lamb you can imagine.

The shank beats them all. The lamb is tender as expected but the coriander and mint braising is the uncommon touch we look for. Like the rest of Truva’s entrees, the portions are HUGE so make room in the fridge for leftovers.

We usually satiate the sweet tooth at home with some Breyers or Firefly vodka. At Truva, it’s something we would never try in our kitchen—kazan dibi. It’s a rich, creamy flan-like dish with a cinammon bite.
And with the last bite you can lean back and keep relaxing because there are no dishes to do tonight. It’s a lovely night out at Truva, where you get the satisfying flavors you crave with an at-home appeal.