Piglet wondered the other day whether we should have Lebanese for dinner. Lakemba might be a good place to find a Lebanese restaurant, she suggested. So we made our way out to Lakemba and walked up and down the main street looking for something suitable. We settled on the Jasmin restaurant – ‘Best kebabs in Sydney’ – just down the road from the station.
As we went in and found a table Piglet was able to tell me all sorts of information about the restaurant. She seemed suspiciously knowledgeable about this restaurant that we had just stumbled upon. I suspect that she had already read a review (or several) and wanted to sample the deliciousness herself.
Jasmin certainly lived up to Piglet’s expectations and I found it pretty good too. The menu, in English and Arabic, had a huge variety dishes. For those who can’t be satisfied with just one flavour there are mixed plates, which have a bit of everything. They come in vegetarian and carnivorous versions. The waiter could see that we were the sort of people for whom just one dish would not be enough and suggested that we have a carnivorous mixed plate between us. Piglet licked her lips and piped up with the idea that maybe we should have a vegetarian mixed plate and a meat mixed plate. The waiter hesitated but noted it down anyway.
Soon a huge plate with foule, hummus, baba-ganouj, tabouli and falafels came out.
It was accompanied by a basket full of Lebanese bread, garlic dip, tahini and a plate of salad, including lettuce, olives, pickled chillis, tomatoes, mint and the pinkest pickled cabbage I’ve ever seen.
We started. But then a second plate came out with hummus, baba-ganouj, tabouli, more falafels and lamb shish, köfte shish (although presumably under its Lebanese name), a piece of chicken and a kebbe.
It was delicious and very filling. As we waddled out, Piglet lamented the fact that we had eaten so well because it meant she couldn’t top off her meal with ice cream. Ice cream was out of the question not because of any moral issues about gluttony but because of the physical impossibility of squeezing any more food in.
Ratings (out of 5 snorts)