Confucius say: if you drown at China Sea, you become fat.
We all ate like little big fat piggies at China Sea last week. Six people at the table, twelve dishes,
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Chicken and rice that’s worth cheating for.
I confess I’ve romped about with many a plate of chicken and rice. Growing up in Dubai, I’d come across
After years of eating kababs, I finally ate The Kabab.
It’s not easy being a foodie. Even less so if you’re a food blogger. Everyone and their uncle suddenly feels
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Too many cooks spoil the broth?
Nonsense. I think our group of fabulous foodies worked this Chinese hot pot broth with the skill you’d see in
A Restaurant Called Eric’s.
If someone told me about a restaurant called Eric’s, I’d expect to be walking into a joint that served American
Fresh-baked Punjabi Kulchas remind me why I love bread so much.
I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve written about bread or roti or buns of some sort. I’m
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What to sneak over to the son-in-law that married your vegetarian daughter?
This cocoon of chickeny goodness. An egg and chicken kathi roll from Shiraz. And I speak from experience. Second hand-experience.
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Lebneh and jam, my new killer combo for late night munchies
Sushi with the lovely blogger behind Dubai-bites. An evening of Kashmiri chai and chatter at Tea JuncTion. And I still felt
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Usually I’m the joker. But Karim’s in Delhi made me a queen.
I was a wretched mess after my last trip to Delhi. And the trip before that one too. The best
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My new Turkish love. Shikidim.
March 31, 2012 Update. Bad News Folks…Shikidim has shut down. Another one bites the dust. This was meant to be
I LIKE MY BUNS FLOOFAY.
[Double-meaning perverted male culprits out there who’re snickering at my post title, stop that thought process right THERE. This is
I’ve been spoilt rotten by Mom’s Hyderabadi Biryani.
I just refuse to eat biryani anywhere else but home. On the rare occasion that I do, the rice will
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