I’ve made four trips to Hor Al Anz since I moved back last year: Trip #1: Single minded purpose to hunt out Al Ammor for koshari and feteer. Hor Al Anz was a maze – I don’t remember any of … Continue reading
I think I did a boo boo last night. I told my aunt and uncle that their teenage son had tipped me off about this awesome Lebanese fattayer shop in Karama. Really? He never told us about that…wonder when he went there…maybe … Continue reading
After last time’s experimental attempt at Egyptian food, you’d think I was done with playing Russian Roulette at ethnic restaurants for at least a week. But when I spotted Zagol in Karama, I HAD to walk in. Zagol had that … Continue reading
I love walking into ethnic restaurants that transport you miles away to their homeland. Where the menu is a language totally foreign to me. Where there are no menu translations catering to the watered down touristy palate. Where the waiters … Continue reading
To all those of you who attended Chirag’s birthday at Gourmet Burger Kitchen and scoffed at my plea for someone, Dear God, Someone, please order that fabulous sounding Aubergine Burger so I can snatch a nibble from it: …HERE IT IS. The … Continue reading
You’d be surprised at how seriously I take your comments on my blog. Hours after I post up one of my ramblings, I keep looking over at my blackberry to see if I get that exciting email notification of someone … Continue reading
I have nothing but hazy low res photos hastily snapped with my blackberry for this post. And even though the shoddiness of it all pains me, STABS me to the core, shatters me to smithereens…still, I must tell you this … Continue reading
This post is really not about mummy’s deep fried chillies stuffed with sesame paste that I bit into nearly two months ago. I wish it were in some ways, because those potent quivers of sesame throbbing chillies can hit right … Continue reading
We all ate like little big fat piggies at China Sea last week. Six people at the table, twelve dishes, bucketloads of soy sauce, and bellies that had stretched past the point where popping a button or doing a quarter-pull … Continue reading
Buhari has been like the guy next door. The one you’ve never met, but that’s driven you crazy with curiosity. The one you see day in and day out cause he’s right next door, all the way back from 1986. … Continue reading
I confess I’ve romped about with many a plate of chicken and rice. Growing up in Dubai, I’d come across my fair share of chicken biryani, though I’ve always looked at it with a certain sort of contempt – mutton … Continue reading
It’s not unknown to you – unless this is the first time you’ve landed on my website, in which case you will either find out over the next few posts, OR do the wise thing for your general productivity and ALT … Continue reading