Just a few words for those of you who tar all kebab shops with the same brush:
Yes most kebab places are ultimately nasty however if you spot a good one, assuming you can get to it quickly: you are sorted for life
If any of you have ever been to a place called Bosphorus Kebabs in South Kensington you will know exactly what I am talking about:
Imagine this scenario: You've just come out the pub, it's fairly late and you, together with all your mates, are fairly hammered. The idea of a kebab... ANY kebab... sounds like a monumentally amazing idea, quite possibly the best idea since the invention of the indoor toilet.
You've stumbled across the road for the 3rd time, battled with the fierce London night-time traffic and you have finally arrived at your nearest kebab shop. It has a funny name... "Bosphorus? ... Reminds me of a nasty chemical..."
Luckily due to being in your current state you quickly forget this, as the smell of grilled meat and spices quickly flood your nostrils leaving you with a great warm fuzzy feeling inside: knowledge that your raging hunger will soon be quenched by a big fat greasy kebab.... MMMMMMM!
"Large Chicken Kofte please" you mutter, trying to hold back your drooling onto the display window protecting the precious bounty of marinaded meats.
5 minutes and 12 slurry conversations later, you are handed your kebab already placed in a pitta stuffed with the veg of your choice (i.e. not much).
Expecting just a regular kebab, no better than a greasy doner, you dig through the lettuce and onions to sample the meat quality. The moment the small brown piece of garlic mayo + chilli sauce soaked meat touches your tongue triggers an explosion of extacy. If it was ever possible to have an orgasm from eating food this would have been it. After several mouthful "oh my god"'s and other blasphemic slurs, the kebab has been devoured and memory implanted for life: best....kebab....ever.
Ok, maybe I got a bit carried away but you get the idea. I've never tasted a kebab that good in my life ever, even after going back there when sobre just to check that I didn't imagine the whole thing. In fact I would go as far as to say they are the only kebab place I would visit when sobre. Since then every time I've been to a kebab place I almost always compare it to that first Chicken Kofte.
I highly recommend any of you in the near vicinity to go to this place (2 minute walk from South Ken Tube Station, almost across the road from the Zetland Arms pub). While you're there take a look at the wall of photos of celeb visits they have.
Might go there tomorrow in fact
P.S. No I don't work for Bosphorus kebabs
Yes most kebab places are ultimately nasty however if you spot a good one, assuming you can get to it quickly: you are sorted for life
If any of you have ever been to a place called Bosphorus Kebabs in South Kensington you will know exactly what I am talking about:
Imagine this scenario: You've just come out the pub, it's fairly late and you, together with all your mates, are fairly hammered. The idea of a kebab... ANY kebab... sounds like a monumentally amazing idea, quite possibly the best idea since the invention of the indoor toilet.
You've stumbled across the road for the 3rd time, battled with the fierce London night-time traffic and you have finally arrived at your nearest kebab shop. It has a funny name... "Bosphorus? ... Reminds me of a nasty chemical..."
Luckily due to being in your current state you quickly forget this, as the smell of grilled meat and spices quickly flood your nostrils leaving you with a great warm fuzzy feeling inside: knowledge that your raging hunger will soon be quenched by a big fat greasy kebab.... MMMMMMM!
"Large Chicken Kofte please" you mutter, trying to hold back your drooling onto the display window protecting the precious bounty of marinaded meats.
5 minutes and 12 slurry conversations later, you are handed your kebab already placed in a pitta stuffed with the veg of your choice (i.e. not much).
Expecting just a regular kebab, no better than a greasy doner, you dig through the lettuce and onions to sample the meat quality. The moment the small brown piece of garlic mayo + chilli sauce soaked meat touches your tongue triggers an explosion of extacy. If it was ever possible to have an orgasm from eating food this would have been it. After several mouthful "oh my god"'s and other blasphemic slurs, the kebab has been devoured and memory implanted for life: best....kebab....ever.
Ok, maybe I got a bit carried away but you get the idea. I've never tasted a kebab that good in my life ever, even after going back there when sobre just to check that I didn't imagine the whole thing. In fact I would go as far as to say they are the only kebab place I would visit when sobre. Since then every time I've been to a kebab place I almost always compare it to that first Chicken Kofte.
I highly recommend any of you in the near vicinity to go to this place (2 minute walk from South Ken Tube Station, almost across the road from the Zetland Arms pub). While you're there take a look at the wall of photos of celeb visits they have.
Might go there tomorrow in fact
P.S. No I don't work for Bosphorus kebabs
