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| - When a place knows your name and your 2 year old son's name, recognizes your order on the phone, and puts a big smile on the toddler's face as you pull into the parking lot ... you know it's a keeper!
Okay, the kafta kabob plate here is my half-Palestinian half-Israeli son's go to meal. If he's screaming, whining, or even being super cute and we're east of Decatur, we're going to Kabob Express.
I sometimes order the Tandoori chicken, which is a hit or miss on being cooked properly, but the flavor is there and either way the rice is delicious.
The shawarma here is not shawarma, you should know that ahead of time. The hummus is super Americanized and the pita is always dry/hard.
My issue here comes with the guy who is apparently the weekday cook and even the owner. The weekday cook is rude and whistles while making the food - a very bad omen in the eastern end of the world. Regardless, it's plain old annoying in such a small place and when a customer, especially a regular, brings it up, the owner should do something about it.
This is going to potentially sound racist here, but it might be smarter to hire people from the region of the cuisine you're making at your eatery rather than people you try to train who don't know what the flavors are supposed to be.
Well, the 'front of house' staff is amazing and Kabob Express always makes my toddler happy, so, hey, it's an overall winner in our book.
Tip: Call 15 minutes before you get there so your order is ready to go.
Bonus: Halal certified.
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