After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: ali
KC Exterior
Welcome to the Kabab Cafe of Astoria. Funny, what's that 'vegetarian' sign outside?
Ali of the KC
Ali says hello to Peter. I love this photo.
Ali of the KC on message
Ali runs through the menu. I'm sure he's saying 'the holy mackerel,' because he always does.
Ali chills out
It always seems to end with a little shisha... And a lot of wine.
KC interior
Wait, other people eat at this place too? That's Karine in the foreground.
Kabab Cafe, for old time’s sake
Live Tagine Report: Booyakasha!
Well, that kicked ass, my pretties. It was tender enough to eat at 10:30--what was that, an hour, maybe more? Could've cooked a little longer, but would've required more liquid, as the sauce was getting a little nonexistent.
Live tagine report
Hold on to your seats. I just put that Moroccan-French (it's Le Creuset) bad boy on the stove, and rather than reading more Ali G jokes and ruining my diction, I will now proceed to list the sketchy non-fresh things I put in my tajine, in a desperate bid for supper:
Treading Water
Where have all the great stories gone? I really feel like things are happening in little fits and starts, and I've barely had a meal, much less a good one, or anything worth writing about happen at all in a month or so.