Category:
Seafood
Neighborhood: Civic Center/Tenderloin
Categories:
Indian,
Pakistani
Neighborhood: Civic Center/Tenderloin
Listed in: Kebab Kwest: Bay Area
TOP-TIER PAKISTANI STANDS OUT AS MORE HOMEY THAN DIVEY
My dad flew into Oakland yesterday with five hours to kill until another flight to LA. So I picked him up and we drove to the city for lunch. He's middle eastern and only likes food that came from between Greece and India - I call it the kabob belt.
Anyway, we were both starving and wanted lots of meat and lots of oil and lots of spices. So I was going to take him to Shalimar. When I parked, I noticed we were right in front of Lahore Karahi, and I remembered seeing that yelpers tend to prefer it just a little over Shalimar. We went in and I did the ordering - as many different things as my gluttonous heart desired. Seekh kabobs, stuffed paratha, aloo ghobi - you name it we ordered it.
It was 3:30 on a Friday and we were the only customers in there, so we got kind of bored and antsy waiting for our food. My dad walked up to the counter to watch the single chef (/owner?) toss around our naan dough. At seeing my dad's interest, the chef invited us into the tiny kitchen to see how he was preparing our own meal. We got to see the onions and cilantro being chopped for our curries, and our kabobs and breads cooking in an awesome tandoor oven. I loved that everything was entirely from scratch; it couldn't have been more homemade.
This chef was one of the coolest proprietors I've ever met. He was so genuinely interested in talking about food, and so eager to ensure that we would enjoy our meal. I also noticed a big bowl of pakora batter and commented on how good it looked... we hadn't ordered any, but later on he surprised us in the middle of our meal with a free plate of them. And the pakoras turned out to be my favorite thing - a viable contender for my favorite fried dish ever.
Needless to say all the food was amazing and I would go back for the food alone. But on top of that, this is an unusually friendly guy and passionate chef who deserves my patronage - and everyone else's.
Category:
Dive Bars
Neighborhood: Chinatown
Categories:
Chinese,
Thai
Neighborhoods: Telegraph Ave, UC Campus Area
Dear yelper who has never been to Slurp but is considering it,
PLEASE do not read any of these reviews but mine. Aside from knowing what I'm talking about, I have tried things at Slurp OTHER THAN the Fiery Thai Noodles. That's right; they have more than one dish.
Let's just imagine, for argument's sake, that the Fiery Thai Noodles are in fact bad. In that case, if it were the only thing they served, Slurp would have one star. Alright?
Now, to start off, let's take into account the fact that they do have other stuff. Quite a bit of other stuff. I'll admit it's not the biggest menu in Berkeley, but the variety is impressive considering that every dish has noodles in it. I'll be sparing and add just half a star for variety.
Free self-serve tea is always a plus. They're up to two stars.
I'm giving an extra full star for having awesome housemade carrot juice and watermelon juice for a dollar, as well as awesome watermelon juice-related service. To be specific, they keep it on the counter in a giant vat with a self-serve tap. Tonight I payed for a glass and the tap turned out to be broken. So the cashier - a cute old Chinese man - put my glass on the counter, opened the lid of the vat on top, picked the whole thing up with all his strength, and poured very carefully until my glass was full. They have three stars now, agreed?
Up to three and a half for being cheap. If my memory serves me right, everything there is between $5 and $6.50. And rather big portions. I'm always too full when I leave.
And now we come to the Dan Dan Mien - which apparently none of these losers have ever had the foresight to try. This is one of my absolute favorite noodle dishes anywhere. I've had Dan Dan Mien in China and I swear it was not this good. As a few reviewers did mention, Slurp makes all their own noodles, and you can certainly taste it in this dish. And on top of those noodles is a very flavorful sauce with this divinely harmonious mix of textures: pork, waterchestnut, cucumber - all finely chopped and mixed together. All in a giant ceramic bowl with some green onions to garnish, for $5.50. I think I would go back now and have another bowl if I weren't trapped on campus writing a stupid paper.
So, why am I only adding one more star for dan dan mien? Because I'm not done reviewing. We're still at 4.5.
It's true they don't serve it quite as spicy as I like it to be, but on every table is a squirt-bottle of a very effective chilli sauce. Also on the tables are lots of those plastic, non-disposable chopsticks. Thank you, Slurp, for not making me eat my DDM with wooden chopsticks. It's not sushi. 4.75 stars.
And finally, I have to say that I like the Fiery Thai Noodles too. Sorry guys. There's really nothing wrong with them, other than the fact that they aren't Dan Dan Mien.
Would you look at that... I'm out of stars!
Megan B., I will give you a lot more than $4.90 if you can make me ramen that's better than this.
Neighborhood: Downtown Berkeley
Listed in: Kebab Kwest: Bay Area
"Nyummm nyummmm khmm khoooh, mfinally, shthankh godzhsh!!! llumnyum..."
-me, this afternoon, upon realizing that Berkeley is FINALLY catching on to the secrets of good kebab.
Quintessential kebab is Plebian meat; it's crude and sloppy, untamed and erotic, and not for the faint of heart (or gut). Good kebab is punk rock in your mouth, hip hop in your esophagus, and a lullaby in your stomach.
The tragic problem in Berkeley, and to some extent even in SF and Oakland, is that most places who make kebab bend over backwards for the hipster hummus and tabouleh crowd. And so we get these underseasoned, overcooked, fat-deprived excuses for meat. We're stuck with no market for food that's both vulgar and inexpensive... in Berkeley, if it isn't hippified, it's gentrified.
So five stars to Sam's for breaking barriers... and also for just being damn delicious. Their shammi kebab wrap is EVERYTHING I wanted it to be, and it's still purring in my belly. I especially implore NorCal natives to come here and experience the unpretentious yet seductive phenomenon that is good kebab... but I would recommend it equally to SoCal expats who have long suffered the same void as I have.
Categories:
Local Flavor,
Mass Media
Neighborhood: SOMA
Category:
American (Traditional)
Neighborhood: UC Campus Area
Listed in: The Euclid Strip
Category:
Grocery
Neighborhood: UC Campus Area
Listed in: The Euclid Strip
Categories:
Delis,
Coffee & Tea,
Sandwiches
Neighborhood: UC Campus Area
Listed in: The Euclid Strip
Categories:
Coffee & Tea,
Cafes
Neighborhoods: Telegraph Ave, UC Campus Area
Listed in: Student's Guide to Berkeley…
"Monosodium Glutton"
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253 Useful, 257 Funny, and 231 Cool
San Francisco, CA
Yelping SinceApril 2007
Things I Lovejamon, parsley, ground meat kabobs, green olives, anchovies, soup dumplings, chicharrones, basmati rice, tuna belly, citrus fruits
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The fish was surprisingly fresh for such a... humble establishment. But you'd think they would have gotten the frying part down by now. Their batter was spongy and fit too loosely on the fish; I could peel it off in one piece.
It's a fried food's job to help you forget you are eating something that has just been dunked in hot fat. This is best achieved by a seamless integration of crispy batter and tender flesh. Here I felt like I was eating fish with a side of oil and flour.
The chips were just not crispy enough. The insides were nice and mushy... but then so were the outsides. No color on them at all. I think this is a simple matter of having the fryer temperature set too low.
The Old Chelsea's greatest injustice, though, was underseasoning everything. Adding salt to food is both the easiest and most important thing you can do, and they screwed it up. Or maybe even didn't do it at all, as far as I could tell. At least there was plenty of malt vinegar and iodized table salt to douse my food in.