Today is supposedly a happy foodie day.
We were all set. I went to meet up with Devina, extra early and left 30-minutes before our agreed time, not knowing that the meet up place was literally 5-minutes away from my place. *facepalm* We found the best route, avoiding the 7-car pile-up along Al Khail road, and zoomed through Sheikh Zhayed Road without going over the speed limit (Note that we arrived unscathed and in one piece, all thanks to Dee’s perfectly safe driving).
Our tummies were noisily rumbling for a feast of much sought after authentic Emirati cuisine from a restaurant that’s been up and running in Dubai way before the glitz and glamour began (Bin Eid restaurant along Al Khaleej road in Mamzar has been open since 1976!). After gorging on pre-ordered specialties of the house – Fish Saffi, Chicken Bukhari and Meat Machboos: dishes of slow cooked, grilled meats on spiced rice, Fareed: roti bread and potatoes drenched in savory gravy with lamb ribs, Haleem: a pasty and gummy dollop of unrecognizable meat and wheat, Dolmas: wine and cabbage leaves cigars filled with well-seasoned rice, Khabees: a sweet semolina flour mixture, and Foga: date syrup drenched fried balls; we all left the restaurant unsatisfied.
Most said that the food was bland, where one of us literally had the salt shaker stuck to her hand because she had to shake it onto her plateful of food every so often. There were some hits and some misses, but, overall, everything was just blah. We set ourselves up for gastronomic fireworks, but we ended up with an okay show. Boo.
After having substandard food (Maybe Bin Eid was just having one of those bad kitchen days?), I just want something that would turn my tummy frown upside down. Argh. Isn’t it just one of the most awful foodie feelings in the universe?
Now, I have my midnight craving still unsatisfied with no 24-hour restaurant in sight. This unhappy foodie day needs to be reversed or my tummy will-a-keep-grumblin’…
Delirious about delicious,