What are some of those meals for you and why? Emphasis on the food only. What made it spectacular? It’s simplicity or your low expectations? Please no stories like my tub of a hub loves sub so this one time after nikah…blah blah blah.
The most memorable meal I can remember was dessert after lunch at Canoe - it was their Dark Chocolate Truffle Cake with Sour Cherry Compote, Chantilly and Pistachio Ice Cream! I can still remember the taste - oh so divine
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It was a work lunch so a bit of a yawn, but the view over the lake and watching the boats on the water was spectacular.
Aside from that, lambchops at a restaurant in London (Salloos - best lampchops EVER!). Otherwise, it’s the big dawat meals my mom or sisters prepare - can’t beat their cooking.
On the flipside, once when my sister and her husband were flying into town, I offered to pick them up from the airport and had dinner ready for them (being the ever-so-thoughtful sister that I am). After finishing the meal which I had slaved over, my BIL quietly asks my sister (so she told me later) - what exactly was it that we ate. And it was chicken ka salan btw
Bhaiya ke kabab in model town in Lahore. Because they were awesome and because i got jaundice afterward, lost 10 lbs in a week while sick, and learned that I shouldn’t eat street food in Pakistan.
Some random sub shop in Heathrow where i had the most amazing steak sub.
Most memorable meal I had was in Barcelona, Spain. We were enjoying a flamenco show during a typical late night Spanish dinner…we started with a tapas of endive leaves that held goat cheese, segmented oranges, a tomato jam and slivered almonds…moved on to seafood paella, tortilla, patatas bravas and pan con tomat…omg, it’s been 6-7 years and I still cannot forget that meal!! The ambiance, being kid-free with the hubs, the music…it was all perfect!!
In my dadi’s home there was this sort of tradition to fry up a huge batch of aalu k pakoray on days when she and my chachi couldn’t figure what to cook for lunch. Just simple potatoes cut thickly and lengthwise like french fries. We would eat them with yogurt and naan. It’s the simplicity of the meal that made it special and how it took little time to prepare and was something everyone looked forward too. Who doesn’t like pakoray?
we lived in a village and trips to the city was rare. i remember my dad taking me to a restaurant in Allahabad for the first and the last time. that was the most memorable meal i had which i still vividly remember. going to restaurant was an extremely rare event in my life in those days.
the menu was:
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-mutton qorma
-nargisi kofta
-paan shaped naan [very fluffy]
-shaamii kabaab
-basic venilla ice cream with a wafer…**
i thought the wafer stick was a spoon and at the end my dad told me to eat that ‘spoon’ lol…it was my first time i had a wafer…
…ah…those days i miss when a little treat meant a lot to me…now nothing is even close to that simple meal i had years ago.
My phupho’s qeema matar, I think the first time I had that dish was at her place, and I just couldn’t stop eating it with the phulkay (I was 7 y/o).
My other phupho’s yakhni pulao.
Everything my mom makes, but specifically her aloo gosht is consistently the best I’ve ever had, she also makes kickass dry aloo bhujia. Her tandoori chicken she made once, the guests raved about it, it was tender and juicy and had the exactly the right spice mix. Sadly we haven’t been able to replicate it, and she doesn’t remember all that she put in the marinade.
Lastly, I had lamb shank at a moroccan restaurant in NYC. Best lamb shank ever. Tender, falling off the bone, not spicy but perfectly seasoned. Their moroccan tea was amazing.
About a year or so ago, I made biryani for home (for MIL, FIL, myself, and hubby)…. Then hubby’s friend came, then his brother, then my mom, hubby’s sisters, and the people just kept coming over. The biryani would not end! It was only three cups of rice and we all ate seconds. Perhaps I used really big cups to measure the rice? I do not know but it was sort of my miracle biryani that fed all.
oh the Model Town ke Bhaiyya ke kabab..!!!
I think I was 13 or 14 yrs old and it was a very very cold night when my chacha took us all for ‘the yummiest kababs ever’…we all sat in our cars,the windows were all foggy and it was pretty dark and we enjoyed them thoroughly.
Then a few days later my abu went to get them and once he saw the shop and the kababs in light,he strictly ordered us never to eat them again.Yup they were pretty famous for their taste but pretty notorious for the way they were made.
I wonder if they are still there.
When I went to Lahore for my wedding shopping I concentrated more on eating , tried each n every famous thing there the best was buffet in village restaurant and the other my cousn wedding dinner in Lahore PC they had everything even daal chawal, gaurday kapray (whatever they are called) Taka tuk n it was all live cooking and fresh rotis coming straight out of tandoor in front of you
My mom’s yakhni pulao
My mom’s haleem
Bundu Khan seekh kababs and paratha in Karachi
Garlic mayo fries from any street stand in Karachi
My cousin’s chukandar gosht
My phuppo’s koftay
We have some great cooks in our family. Unfortunately, I was skipped when the cooking gene was being passed around.