Gotta do the customary ‘look back’ post of 2011. So here it is.
Well whatdya know, it’s the end of the year. Time to dredge out my Best of 2011 list – remember
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Shut for lunch on Mondays? Fine. I’m headed to Bundu Khan’s for kababs.
Restaurants in this country really do confound me. They’re open one day, and all boarded up the next. A press
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The Crying Pan’s guide to Sri Lankan food at Redbox, Ghusais.
People, I CAN talk about topics other than food. I swear. I really, truly can. Mom has blamed me in
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A secret about my blog. And a slice of kanafa.
People, here’s a dirty little secret about this blog. I tell you about tiny little restaurants hidden away in some
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A Chicken Tagine that simmers deep within Hor Al Anz.
I’ve made four trips to Hor Al Anz since I moved back last year: Trip #1: Single minded purpose to
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I’ll bet a cheesy sausage you’ve never tried this place.
Update on June 3, 2012: Drove past this restaurant and it was all broken down. I’m so shocked and sad.
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Hawawashawhaaat??!
I love walking into ethnic restaurants that transport you miles away to their homeland. Where the menu is a language
Dear Dina, I’d never have tried Chatkhara’s Egg Shami Kabab Bun if not for you.
You’d be surprised at how seriously I take your comments on my blog. Hours after I post up one of
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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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The restaurant next door. Buhari.
Buhari has been like the guy next door. The one you’ve never met, but that’s driven you crazy with curiosity.
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
A Man-Date at Sind Punjab
I dragged two of my guy friends out to Sind Punjab in Meena Bazaar earlier this week. One of them