It is complety amazing that so many folks continue to
rave about the crudely executed junk at this Chowhound temple.
On two recent visits, we had fizzy (as in fermenting and over the hill) baba ganoush, kofta made with unwashed parsley that gave it a certain crunch reminiscent of eating sand, sauteed beef made with halal meat the quality of which was on a par with the Sizzler, and not nearly as tender, lamb shanks reheated out of the fridge, and a "soup" of dirty escarole.
On both occasions the place was packed with sycophantic
Ali worshippers, who I believe must be turning a blind eye (or palate) to the godawful grub he's making. Yeah, it's a place I'd love to love, but the emperor has no clothes, or is at least trying to get away with sub-par ingredients and lots of cut corners.
I know that this place is a cult favorite, but the food stinks.