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When your go to restaurant becomes part of your weekend routine, it’s easy to pass up on talking about it. It’s not about ambiance (that last happened in 2009) and eating in a strip mall walkway might not be the most fun part of the experience, but who cares!

When the food you eat is this fresh and filling and incredibly flavourful we are watching our plates, not the badly parked cars – except for that red jeep with a ‘Relax’ bumper sticker. Park in an open space still means a demarcated open space, and within the lines. Thanks.

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Dear Yelp

Dear Yelp,

Thank you for your note. If you had bothered to read my review the only thing it was promoting was an honest opinion. That is what I mistakenly thought Yelp was about.

Yelp was where I turned to find what real folks were saying about… opps…sorry I’m promoting again… No? Err..OK. What’s that? Would I put a yelp graphic here? Oh so its ok when I promote your business but not an honest opinion. This is confusing….

Well, I wrote the review thinking folks might want to know to avoid places that are racist or have no toilets but ya, ok I’ve got the memo.Only five star ratings from now on. Right, my bad.

And thanks but no thanks, don’t think I’ll be ‘farce-ticipating’ on Yelp anymore.

Thanks, AMM

(Another reason not to go here, clearly they are on that anal-retentive diet and can’ t handle an honest opinion)

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Two words – Never Again.

Usually I’m generous, I’ll give you a rundown of the place, in this case, I just say run.

The clueless person at the register where I ordered and was very clear about PFC’s food needing to be non-spicy assured me that it would be so and lo and behold it was the spiciest dish on the table which meant that the only thing he could eat was dal-chawaal served off a flimsy plastic plate and he wasn’t happy.

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My earliest inkling of anything to do with Afghanistan was a short story by Rabindranath Tagore titled Kabuliwala. A bittersweet story of strapping Pathan and his tender love for a little girl who reminds him of his daughter back home.

While we don’t necessarily have to venture over seven seas, oh ok ok, over the bridge to Little Kabul in Fremont to indulge, Salang Pass was however our first taste of Afghani food and one always remembers ones first Aushak no?

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It’s that time of the year when most folks look forward to holidays, home and hearth. That’s most folks. We looked East (or East with a West hangover if you are going to be picky) – towards Turkey. As in the country, not the bird which I decree to be the most tasteless bird I have had the (dis) pleasure of eating. I guess size isn’t everything. So onward or east ward as they say.

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Ever since we heard about Euro Grill serving up halal Bosnian food, TBH and I have been plotting a trip to get there. We planned some degree of working up an appetite beforehand so we could indulge in what we assumed would be hearty meaty options and halalelujah Euro Grill doesn’t disappoint.

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So the last time we had a leisurely two hour meal at a restaurant along with friends was maybe in 2009.  Pre-arrival era of the pint-sized food critic. Our modus operandi post PFC has been order-eat-get out, preferably in that order. So far our shortest sprint has been about 20 minutes door to door. We progressed from eat while he sleeps mode, to entertain him with shiny objects while we eat mode, to tag team while one of us eats mode  which steadily climbed to an easy one hour meal in the post the-device-that-cannot-be-named era. Although his device of distraction is fairly old school, and not the shiny inedible fruit version – for now.

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