Afghan Kebab House!

Damnit, now I want pumpkin bulanee for lunch, and there is none nearby.

[edit: There are about eleventy-billion spellings of "bulanee" out there so I'm going with the one on that restaurant's menu. Wikipedia favors "bolani."]

Afghan Kebab House!

Ooh, I was right the first time! Go me and my failing memory.

We had Afghan Kebab House #4 in my hood in Queens. I miss it!

off to assistant's day lunch on the company. YAY!

It's a lot easier for me to eat gluten-free at, uh, ethnic restaurants (versus a burger joint or Panera or Applebee's). My dad refuses to try anything that isn't meat on bread with a side of potatoes, so when we go out to lunch, it's always to a burger place or something like Applebee's, where my only choices tend to be a salad (and, you know, some days salad is fine, but it sucks when that's your only "choice") or a burger without the bun. Well, and places like Applebee's tend to have a large hunk of grilled meat (a steak of some sort, maybe) that I can get with a side of veggies.

And servers *still* look at me funny when I order a burger without the bun. Like I just started speaking Farsi, or something. You can't tell me they don't get customers with all kinds of special requests, but asking for no bun throws them into a tizzy of confusion? ("No...BUN? You want the bun on the side? No? You want a burger WITHOUT a bun? Are you sure about that?") Did these people not live through the low-carb/South Beach/Atkins phase of diet crazes? Has Paleo not hit the Midwest yet?

But, hey, Indian! Thai! Chinese! Sushi! I actually have more than one choice when I go to those restaurants. Amazeballs. But Dad refuses to even consider it. I love him, but things like that frustrate the shit out of me.

My parents were pretty good about trying new types of food, as both had lived overseas for a while. (Getting a burger and fries in Italy, France, or Costa Rica in 1950 might have been doable, but also kinda tragic.) They raised us to at least try stuff, and Mom would make lasagna, spaghetti, tacos, paella, and kielbasa with sauerkraut. Which, in 1970s northern Michigan was not all that common. When we finally got a Chinese restaurant in our wee city, we ate there once or twice a month, too. One of the joys of moving to a larger city when I was a teenager was the chance to try Greek and Japanese food.

sumi, did your twitter account get hacked?

sumi, did your twitter account get hacked?

It did.

Yes, it did.

Please don't click on the "somebody is saying horrible things about you" PM - that's the phishing message.

But people will still say things like "I don't like ethnic food," which is a ridiculous statement unless the person saying it thinks all ethnic foods are alike.

I did work with a girl (long time ago) who would only eat "American food". Which was hard for met to wrap my head around, I think she considered pizza American enough, but she wouldn't eat lasagna or spaghetti. If she ate at a "non American" place she'd usually get chicken fingers.

Then I also knew a lady who ate very limited and she'd eat at most restaurants but there was usually only 1 item she'd eat. Like only sweet and sour chicken, or only a philly cheese steak. Depending on the place.

Figured out where my hostal is. And it turns out a huge crew of Bayern fans in town is staying at the one opposite it. Thank god that game is over tonight. They were having a huge raucous rally in the plaza. Now, I know the plaza is raucous anyway, so Sat/Sun nights should be interesting.