Monday 25 April 2016 @ 16:07
I just enjoyed a very tasty meal at the Alborz restaurant, located on 13 Hammersmith Road, Kengsinton Olympia in London. I presume its family owned – by mama le papa’s age mates. I was welcomed and served by the neatly dressed, not so talkative husband. He further went on to expertly bake me the warm, soft and slightly crispy on the ends naan bread, right in front of me – by the entrance. To bake, he used a traditional naan bread oven. The clearly visible dough was conveniently placed on a small table – just on the right side of the metallic antique. The kind-hearted, and talkative hijab-wearing wife, made the white and yellow Saffron rice, grilled the tomato and fried the tender and well-done lamb steak.
During the welcoming, the preparing and the feasting I happily told them I come from Botswana; likewise, they declared: ”Iran”.
I was the only customer, in the around 40-seat Persian restaurant.
As I finished up the splendid food, there were about 6 other diners.
Thank you Iran. Thank you Scotland. Thank you England. Thank you Slovakia. Thank you Botswana.
Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 