The decision to eat at Shamshiri Grill was riddled with bickering and mudslinging. Between myself, WonTuan, Tofu, The Face Puncher, and The Communist, we spent a whole afternoon wavering between Indonesian (suggested by The Communist) vs. Persian food (craved by WonTuan and me) for the evening's dinner. Soprano Man was lucky enough to be ignorant of the whole ordeal. Under severe pressure and threats of violence against her life, The Communist bowed out and Persian food it was!
I'm not quite sure why Shamshiri Grill only has 3.5 stars on Yelp. I do rather enjoy the food as have most other people I've brought here. I may even like its neighbor up the street a bit more, Flame. In any case, we came, we ate, we conquered!
Shirazi Salad diced cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, parsley, lemon dressing
The Face Puncher and I took over the reigns when it came to order. Men are extremely useless sometimes. I think we did a good job with regard to balance and portions. I never had this exact salad before, but recognized the flavors. It reminded me of tabouleh, but with cucumbers. I really found it refreshing.
Basmati Rice
Soprano Man exclaimed "Oh look, there's cheese on the rice!" I said no, Soprano Man, that is Saffron infused rice. The Face Puncher did not believe me, but WonTuan helped me convince the culinary savages that it was not in fact cheese, but saffron infused rice. There was plenty of basmatic rice to go around.
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