Make rolls with meat, if wished, with thin sheets of bread whose ends you need to seal. Or, a piece of dough, you may use, well kneaded but still soft. Into thin discs spread it out with a rolling-pin, And … Continue reading
Category Archives: Naif
Nigerian cow’s tail, fishy cookies, camel meatballs and other food moments to celebrate.
Since my last post on greasy comfort-laden strips of Turkish doner, I’ve had a couple of memorable food discoveries that I have to share with anyone who cares to know. These are food memories that have connected me ina deep, fulfilling … Continue reading
Layali’s Tonbik Shawarma: The greasy zenith of Turkish comfort food in Naif.
The first time I sunk my teeth into the Tonbik Shawarma, the saucy swirl of condiments and crunchy cabbage and tender chicken and plump grease-sodden fries awoke the sleeping endorphins in my blood stream. This was not sophisticated food. I … Continue reading
Hotpot haunt in Nasr Square, Deira that’s totally worth the hunt.
The last time I truly enjoyed Chinese hotpot was three years ago on Baniyas Road. Despite its worn walls and tired décor, Xiao Wei Yang assures the sort of eccentric experience that has made it a widely known ‘secret’ for … Continue reading
An Ethiopian stew with the power to make you lust after lentils.
A neighbourhood worthy of some serious exploration is Naif. I might have made a similar proclamation two years ago, and I still stand by those words. If Naif was not such a constantly choked drainpipe of an area and so outrageously male-dominated, … Continue reading
The crunchiest Jalebi you can find in Dubai.
Your body is not happy, that’s why you keep falling ill. You’re not feeding it enough…Soul Food. Hm. Now there was a theory. It was not the lack of water, nor my negligence of multi-vitamins, nor my lack of sleep. … Continue reading
One motherly lady, a pot of simmering stew, a ladle of love later, I became an Ethiopian food convert.
In 2011, I published a post called: Anyone out there found yummy Ethiopian food? In retrospect, it was terribly written post that I have torn off my blog and crumpled up with the frustration of a lovesick Romeo who lacks … Continue reading
Iftar in a different world called ‘Naif.’
6 minutes before sunset. We parked our cars near the Fish and Vegetable market, greeted each other, and started walking. Naif was on the other side of the pedestrian bridge. And Naif was where we had planned to be…10 minutes … Continue reading