(My oriental kebab lunch: grilled mutton, lamb and chicken on a biyarni (Indian) rice, Iranian salad and Arabic bread)
One of the good deals of being in UAE is you get to taste authentic shawarmas, kebabs, and other one of a kind dishes. I had lunch in Alshuroque, an Iranian restaurant which serves different kebabs. I willingly tried and opted to start with an oriental mix. It was a delicious yet heavy meal. Much as I want to consume all of it, scrutinizing the pieces of the grilled meats, but it was filling enough that I thought my stomach was going to explode.
I actually can consume more than these. Remember my five-hour lunch? Since then I boastfully think I’ve now perfected the art of continuous eating and how to enjoy it without feeling bloated. But I think I gave up with this kebab because it’s not the usual stuff to me, that an oriental mix was too much. I could have just had any of chicken, lamb, or mutton kebab alone first. That’s a little psychology. Lesson learned.
To top it all, I am convinced I smell like kebab after this lunch. Now I can empathize with those smelly people whom I apologetically thought are not observing proper hygiene. See what too much spices can do.
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