Not like mother used to make—unless she was Turkish.
What’s on the Reader‘s Agenda for Friday, May 31
Embrace the painful with Turkish pickled purple carrot juice.
Mike Sula discovers a Polish spin on shawerma, or doner kebab in the neighborhood of Belmont-Cragin.
Before landing here in Chicago in 1982 Nasir Raufi and his wife fled the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan for Iran, and then Germany. He owned a furniture store for a long time, then he opened Afghan Kabob almost three years ago at the intersection of Elston and Montrose. As far as I know it’s the only Afghan restaurant in the region, ever since the demise of Devon Avenue’s Afghan Restaurant, and the (supposedly) in-the-process relocation of Skokie’s Kabul House. Its novelty may be part of the reason they pull in a multiethnic range of customers from all over the city and suburbs, but it’s more likely the solid, careful execution of his country’s cuisine that keeps them coming back.
Reports of Nazarlik’s demise have been greatly exaggerated.