Over 30 years of killer Vada Sambar at Woodlands, Karama.
With a 32 year history in Dubai, Woodlands has a cult following. This tiny Karama kitchen knows how to dole
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Close, But No Cronut.
I love doughnuts, and shamelessly so. There’s nothing ethnic, hole-in-the-wall, or quirky about them – but they’re sweet, deep-fried and squishy
The munchies that elbowed their way in between tubs of homemade ice cream.
Folks, I’d like to announce the birth of my ice cream machine. It’s the most beautiful and productive being in
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A Glutton’s Guide: How to Cheat on Your Diet in Dubai.
If you were looking for ways to sneak off of a self-imposed diet, let me help you. You could wind
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Sheermal Kabab at Karama’s tiny Lucknowi outpost: Ballimaran Dilli
There’s something so seductive about sweet-salty foods. Salty caramel. Icing sugared Moroccan chicken bastilla. Meaty kababs slathered over milky sweet
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NYC’s latest gift to Dubai: Cheesy grilled corn and beef-smacked Cubano sammies at Cafe Habana.
In case you think I’m this little weasel who wanders about the lone alleyways of Old Dubai in search of
Don’t ask me what you can eat in Old Dubai, ask me what you CAN’T.
The past few weeks have been a train ride of food experiences in the city. Everything from Emirati and Egyptian
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The Silent Spice.
You know that feeling when something is not quite right and you cannot throw a dart at what it is?
Cumin-crusted Yemeni Haneeth in a Saudi-born Restaurant with a Spanish Name…in Dubai.
The first time I saw Cabrito was last November. It didn’t have a name at the time. It was all
I smelled. I tasted. I ate like a cow. Baghali Polo with Mahicheh at Iran Zamin.
This is how I found the Iranian dish that left me no choice but to betray my erstwhile Iranian love:
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Frying Pan Secrets Revealed: A Self-Guided Foodie Trail through Dubai
I often don’t post up many of the articles I write for other publications on this blog (wait what? other
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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