I’m not sure how many of you are looking for fun and obnoxiously greasy ways to cheat on a diet program, but if you are, feel free to follow the butter-trail that I innocently skipped down over a tiny span … Continue reading
Category Archives: Karama
Ditching my restaurant lists for some home-style Indonesian grilled chicken.
When I first started this blog, I had compiled an anal and very ambitious Excel sheet of restaurants I needed to target in Dubai. It had five categories: Name, Cuisine, Notes, Location, Contact. The list had a grand total of … Continue reading
Still working on that Biryani post, but till then…here, have some Dal Baati Churma.
You know that I don’t have things under control when I start shoving up posts about extracted wisdom teeth followed by fast food monsters hidden in the cute crusty guise of pizza, and then promise you a biryani post and end … Continue reading
Breaking my fast in Karama, Indonesian style.
My temples were pounding. And it wasn’t because of the heat. Or because I’d been fasting the whole day. Or because I’ve been shaving off hours of sleep from my nights faster than the guy slicing shawarmas at the corner … Continue reading
The Calicut Crab that was the Queen of Karama Krawl
It’s way too much work to eat a crab. Let’s not even get into the behind-the-scenes kitchen drudgery, I just literally mean eating one. I always feel like some jaggedy edge of the craggy carcass will stab my fingers before … Continue reading
Two Foodies and the Tale of a Falafel Manakish
Considering I’ve known Chirag for close to two years now, a joint foodie post with him is like…close to two years overdue. Anyhoo, we’ve finally got our act together, and it took nothing less than a food that we both … Continue reading
I know you want my Appams and Crackly Prawns. XOXO, Karama.
Ever seen that row of South Indian restaurants in Karama, all sitting cross-legged next to each other, selling appams and fish curries and dosas just like the southies next door? Let’s call it Little South India for the purposes of … Continue reading
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 style burgers and fries. Or maybe I’d expect a 24/7 diner dishing out tall smoothies and grilled cheese sammies. Or … Continue reading
Forkfuls of deep-fried sticky sweet salty peanutty goodness at Singapore Deli.
Anyone remember that warped idea of mine at the start of the year to create a Best Seven of 2011 list as I ate my way through the year? If you don’t, well yeah, t’was I who had founded this … Continue reading
Aappa Kadai hits the spot. Many spots. Every spot.
Sometimes I think I’ve grown up in Dubai with my eyes closed. Or my mouth closed. Or some combination of critical body parts closed. How the heck have I never eaten at Aapa Kadai before?! Anyhow, the wrong has been … Continue reading