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Should Every Restaurant Perfume Their Biryani with Rosewater?

I have finally tasted a biryani that is worth talking about. Not because it’s the best biryani I’ve ever had – that credit unsurprisingly goes to mum and a few other mothers and private chefs in Hyderabad and Dubai – … Continue reading

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Dubai’s Priceless Iftar Buffet

The only Iftar buffet that captures the spirit of Ramadan is the one found across many humble parts of the old city. No, you won’t find linen-covered tables crammed with food nor people sitting around dates poised on silver trays. What you will find are mosques – mosques … Continue reading

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A Trail of Four Markets – a Friday market hop across Old and New Dubai

The Friday brunch experience to try in 2015 is not the one in a sterile overpriced hotel, but rather the buffet of sensory market experiences that both old and new Dubai have to offer. Save your dirhams and spend a fruitful Friday completing … Continue reading

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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

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The Freshest Catch: Seasoned, Grilled and Served Up at the Old Deira Fish Market.

Our heads jerked in unison towards the moving source of the panic.  Loud gruff screams ripped through the din of the fish market just as the fishmongers were packing up their stalls for their afternoon siesta. The chase was on. A bluish white blur of … Continue reading

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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