"An Unexpected Culinary Adventure: Not Your Average Afghan Food Experience Dear fellow food enthusiasts, I recently embarked on a culinary expedition, hoping to savor the delightful flavors of my homeland, Afghanistan. However, what awaited me was an adventure of epic proportions, where reality and expectation clashed in the most unexpected ways. Brace yourselves for the rollercoaster ride I experienced at this unique establishment. First and foremost, let 's discuss the food. Oh dear, where do I begin? Picture this: frozen meet (yes, you read that right) lurking inside both the sambosa and mantoo. It was as if they were trying to bring a whole new meaning to the term chilled meat. Needless to say, this unexpected frosty surprise did not align with my vision of a warm, savory delight. Now, let 's talk about the infamous qaboli. Ah, qaboli, the pinnacle of Afghan cuisine. To my dismay, what arrived on my plate bore no resemblance to the beloved dish I hold dear to my heart. It was like witnessing a culinary imposter trying to pass off as a member of the Afghan food family. Alas, the poor imposter fell short and left me chuckling in disbelief. And then, there was the ashak, oh dear ashak. It arrived colder than an iceberg in the Antarctic. As I took a bite, I couldn 't help but wonder if I had mistakenly stumbled upon a new culinary trend: iced dumplings. Perhaps they were experimenting with a novel twist on chilled appetizers? I 'll leave that to the avant-garde chefs of the world to ponder. Now, let 's shift our focus to the service. The confusion that permeated the entire shop was truly a sight to behold. It was as if the staff had attended a masterclass in perplexity, and they excelled beyond measure. From the moment I stepped foot inside, the air was thick with bewilderment. I couldn 't help but wonder if I had inadvertently walked into a parallel universe where chaos reigned supreme. They were even serving two food on one plate; quite a capability!!! Lastly, let 's discuss the payment method, which brought an extra layer of absurdity to this already wacky experience. For some reason, they only accepted cash or direct bank transfers, so I choose the direct bank transfer. Talk about breaking the boundaries of convention! As I fumbled through my wallet, desperately searching for those ancient pieces of paper we call banknotes, I couldn 't help but feel like I had traveled back in time to an era where digital payments were but a distant dream. In conclusion, my dear fellow foodies, my encounter with this Afghan food establishment was a whirlwind of surprises. While the experience didn 't align with my expectations, it certainly left an indelible mark on my memory. It 's safe to say that this unique fusion of confusion, frozen meat, culinary imposters, and unconventional payment methods will forever be etched in my culinary adventures archive. Bon appétit, A bemused but entertained food explorer"
