Lady Yelper that FTR'd Hatam feels uncomfortable in Persian restaurants? Now you know how Dudes feel stepping inside Cosmetic stores, Yoga studios, Spas and Nail salons. I'm more adventurous nowadays, but years ago I keep 1km radius from those dropzones.
Vaziri Kebab ($10.99)
Bademjoon ($6.99)
Doogh (Mint, Soda version $ 1.99)
Istak (Pineapple $1.50)
Polo overload for sure while my Friend quit after what she claims to be 2-mountains(?) of Persian Rice. Her Food vocab is work-in-progress. To speak the same linguo, I had the other 5-mountains. Not to speak of the Raw Onion/Radish/Parsley I chowed on. I was fully loaded leaving Hatam, to my surprise. Definitely value-added. 3.5 *Star*
Kebabs showed signs of flame-marks and came with the usual suspects(Butter, Roast Tomato). Nothing out of the ordinary except I've realized now Persian Stews aren't my go-to except when it comes with tender Veal Shanks. The Bademjoon of Eggplant, cubed Veal, Tomato sauce and Capers didn't entice me as much as Britney Spears on Persian Television.
That casual dressed staff dude knows that we're SMART just from the orders. Flattery got through to my Friend, except she didn't realize I'm the one who chose all the Food. Dude calls out the order to his Dad at the back like my Persian Friend did at home to his parents. I'm feeling the Persian-ality.