I ordered the beer because of the name. If anyone's wondering, it's a light golden lager from Germany named after an Austrian town which is actually called Fucking. The bottled brew was little bitter, light and pretty easy drinking.
We had their babaganoush while waiting for the rest of the food. It's Artichoke's babaganoush so it's beyond the regular babaganoush as befits their contemporary Middle Eastern methods.
I was recently just thinking about how much octopus plates have been going around a number of menus of restaurants in recent years. Those tentacles have apparently entwined around the menu here as well - Artichok-ing out a plate of grilled octopus on truffled hummus. This octopus was very tender, very delicious sheathed under the fragrant char on the surface. Things that make you go hmmm. Very nice pickled peppers too.
What we really headed down for tonight was their smoked chicken which they had explained would be served in six pieces. Those six were much smaller than I had imagined. The preceding sentence should be interpreted as portions for one guy. But the bird was deliciously tender and smoky. Worked with that toum or not.
Dessert was their yoghurt muhallaebi. A creamy pudding/custard. Served with poached apricots, orange blossom honey, pecans and those brown crispy stuff call kataifi. This actually tasted like panna cotta. With the crunch and flavour of the kataifi, it kinda transformed into something else which reminded me of kunefe which are essentially made with those too. But we couldn't taste any of that orange blossom honey.
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