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| - OK.. so I've final met the kabob nazi. I surely thought I was going to get whacked over the head, or jabbed by a skewer from the owner that night. It was one of the oddest things. I've been on a quest for authentic Uyghur food since my return from my China trip. Took a group of yelpers to Xin Jiang in the north east, but had heard about Silk Road before. Did a google search and came up with an article about how the owners who are authentic Uyghurs, refuse to eat in Chinese restaurants because it's a disrespect for his culture and started the first Turkish-Chinese restaurant in Toronto.
I was extremely excited to get here. It's a tiny restaurant in small strip of 2 stores in south Etobicoke just south of Sherway Gardens. Parking is extremely tight, and it looks like Silk Road is battling their neighbours for parking spots as the owner stood out front watching every car come in. I overheard him tell another customer not to park past the divisional line between his property and the mini-mart next door.
I was also a tad worried about his stance with the Chinese, but when I arrived, it was all mainland Chinese folks who were here. I was given a menu in Chinese, and while waiting for a friend to arrive I decided to take a picture, only to have the returning owner from the parking lot freak out at me. He screamed for me to delete it now. "Delete NOW! Delete NOW!" as if for every second it was on my phone he was losing his secret spices. In fact he stood over my shoulder to watch me do it.
Now, normally, I wouldn't take this kind of crap, but decided to forego a scene as my friend was just coming in from the lot. As she was sitting down the owner was back and asked if we were ordering yet. My friend none the wiser returned a smile and said she was just sitting down and he stomped off.
Silk Road is a bit of the opposite of Xian Jiang. Where XJ had a monster menu, Silk Rd. had a minuscule menu of Kabobs, Laghman (fresh hand pulled noodles), Polo (a rice Pilaf), and the Big Plate of Chicken. Period.
We got the Lamb Kabobs and split a skewer of Kidney bobs, Lamb Laghman and Chicken Polo.
The bobs were freaking fantastic and as good as any that I had in China. The other two dishes were just okay. I have yet to find the consistency of noodles that I discovered in Asia. The polo was alright, and was much more like a homemade meal than something from a restaurant.
I do know one thing though.... For $1.75 a skewer, I dropping by and facing the kebob nazi if I'm in the west end. But fare thee be warned. Achtung Baby!
Unfortunately it wasn't Even Better Than The Real Thing, and he did move in Mysterious Ways.
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