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| - I only had 6 hours to spend in Toronto and asked my family to take me to a restaurant where I could have kabob as close to my favorite place in Iran as possible. When they pulled into a strip-mall, I thought they were kidding. What seemed like more of a joke turned into quite an elaborate feast though, and left me craving more!
First, we started with the traditional noon/paneer/sabzi combo along with mast-o-khiar and mast-o-moosir. They were your standard pre-meal palate pleasers, but nothing to call your relatives in Iran about. For my drink, I ordered doogh (carbonated yogurt soda) - which is absolutely my favorite Persian drink. Again, nothing special. At all. How dare you serve doogh on your menu, not make it drool worthy, and expect anything above 3 stars is beyond me.
But then came my entree and I knew my tummy was in big trouble. That bikini body I had worked so hard for was about to turn into a Homer Simpson beer belly with the amount of food they brought out. First, my eyes indulged in a huge platter of buttery rice, to which I added a raw egg yolk (don't freak out, everyone in Iran does it, and according to my medical sources, is absolutely safe). Surrounding the rice was one skewer of juicy, tender, grilled chicken and on the other side, kabob-barg so moist I still to this day don't have words to describe it.
Much to my own dismay, I devoured the entire plate like I had never seen food in my entire life and I can't wait to go back to Toronto, even if it is just for a trip to Shishlix.
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