The ‘Esmeralda’s of food-lovers never fell in love with the ‘Quasimodo’s of Kebabs.
An utter disregard for appearance, vital to relish of the gothic ‘Burra Kababs’, could only be urged by recalling Hugo’s vivid portrayal of Quasimodo - the grotesque hunchback of Notre-Dame.
The Burra [meaning big] Kababs, savoured over a recent supper at Aminia, refuelled my fancy for the elegantly bizarre. The grilled fare, appearing exemplarily unappealing, tasted par excellence [almost with Karim’s and Bukhara] – tastefully prickly without, just on the edge of being harsh and deliciously tender and flavoury within. Prolonged marination preserved in it the subdued yet discernible spice-notes while restrained charring ensured a smoky yet tasty earthiness. Sluggish eaters may lose out on the succulence underneath as the Kabab is notoriously nimble in drying up.
Burra Kebabs, ordered thrice on the trot, carried an unsullied, humble maturity leaving an aftertaste hard to fail.
…and I relished a grotesque masterpiece!
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