I ate an Iraqi breakfast that touched my heart.
There are some meals that are so simple, yet they become so incredibly meaningful just because they spark off some
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Did you feast this Onam?
This country has been on an I.V. drip since the 70s. You’ll find the needle pierced deep into the skin
Finally. A place where you can have your Emirati breakfast and win a Vespa too.
I walked into Bikers Café with the selfless goal of unveiling one of those rare places in the city where
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The food pilgrimages that make Dubai my own city.
I’m sorry. I can’t write you a restaurant review today. For the past 10 days, my thoughts have been muddled
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Midnight Biryani Run in Hor Al Anz
There’s an area in Deira which is a GOLDMINE of Indian and Pakistani restaurants. It’s called Hor Al Anz, and
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
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Why the meadow of good food I’ve been rolling around in hasn’t made it to this blog.
I’ve had more than my fair share of awesome eats lately. But at the end of all of the prancing
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Hyderabadi Kichdi, Khatta and Keema in Hor Al Anz.
We were sure this was not a place for a date, not first, not second, not two hundred and thirtieth,
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If you catch me with a lost lovesick stare, I’m probably dreaming about a Moroccan chicken pie from last week.
Note on 15/01/2014: Sigh. In true Dubai transient fashion, Tagine al Fassi has vanished as quickly as it arrive on
Big Turkish Burger.
It’s big, it’s greasy comfort, it’s earth-shatteringly good value. But honestly, I wouldn’t fuss over Big Turkish Burger. With a
Back on the streets for Iskender Kabab.
I love my meat. And I love my bread. And when you throw little juicy slivers of meat over chunks
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
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