I am a verified carnivore and make no excuses for it. It is what it is. This is precisely why I was not keen to meet a long-lost friend at “the vegetarian place”. Friendship endures everything, even the occasional vegetarian evening. It turned out that the place (Babaghanoush) and I had a lot in common. Love of good food of Middle Eastern leaning; liberal use of spices; chickpeas and lentils; lemon and poppy seeds.
The place has become a favourite of mine when I want “different”. I can whip up decent falafel, pita bread, lentil soup, hummus, tabbouleh; however, Nuki – the owner, and her team, do it better. My all-time favourites are the cigara borek, lentil soup, Buddha bowl, poppy seed cake, the falafel wrap, and the egg mayo wrap. I know the later one seems like the odd one out however do give it a try, it has a twist of its own.
The restaurant is central yet secluded, housed in a little cul de sac, with the main square a mere minute away. Quite a small place, so booking is recommended, especially now social distancing is a must. You can also make use of one of the outdoor tables.
The interior fascinates me as much as the food. Nuki and her husband, who is also a painter, have squished in a piano, adorned the walls with Vigan’s artwork, and displayed a few quality retro pieces – very nice indeed.
A feast for the eyes and the soul.