Growlingbelly

Sometimes, just sometimes, a freshly grilled chicken taouk or a kofta kebab is the only thing that counts. Namely, when slighty hung over.  And if such a day falls on a Saturday lunch time, you’re in luck, because just of theEdgeware Rd, or Champs Elysee of the middle east, in London you’ll find the ‘Tikka delight’ boys, grilling their fresh, perfectly spiced skewers, and char-grilling the yummiest naan like bread. I always get a small kofta with all the spicy sauces and salad pitta. I don’t know, is this really bad fast food? I think not

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