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Arva Ahmed
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Old Dubai food detective. Serial food party host at www.fryingpanadventures.com. Food tease at www.iliveinafryingpan.com. Lover of food stories, history and culture.
Old Dubai food detective. Serial food party host at www.fryingpanadventures.com. Food tease at www.iliveinafryingpan.com. Lover of food stories, history and culture.

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The only Iftar buffet that captures the spirit of Ramadan is the one found across many humble parts of the old city. No, you won’t find linen-covered tables crammed with food nor people sitting around dates poised on silver trays. What you will find are…

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Local. Inclusive. Rahash. These three words sum up why I walked away with a truly memorable experience in Qatar, a place that never held any food excitement for me in the past. But with the sparkly Shaima Al Tamimi involved behind-the-scenes for the 6th…

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This post was meant to be a broad overview of my experience at the Qatar International Food Festival last month, but after waxing 997 words eloquent solely about Rahash, I decided to get this ravishing dessert out of my system so that I can process…

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Be it the pillowy pita or the raggedy injera, breaking bread across the many ethnic communities in Dubai is an incredible way of experiencing its melting pot – or heart-warming oven – of cultures. At this junction of the Middle East, Africa and the Indian…

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Since my last post on greasy comfort-laden strips of Turkish doner, I’ve had a couple of memorable food discoveries that I have to share with whoever cares to know. These are food memories that have connected me in a deep, fulfilling way to some culture,…

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The first time I sunk my teeth into the Tonbik Shawarma, the saucy swirl of condiments and crunchy cabbage and tender chicken and plump grease-sodden fries awoke the sleeping endorphins in my blood stream. This was not sophisticated food. I didn’t feel…

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In Emirati lingo, Malleh means preserved fish – from the word ‘Milh’ or salt. It was the natural way of preserving fish back in those days when desert dwellers didn’t have refrigerators. And while I’ve eaten malleh a few times before, nothing comes close…

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Two months ago, a bubble gum-pink sign and fairy lights popped up like an effeminate pinky finger in the midst of truckie- and cabbie-dominated Muteena road. It is a Taiwanese dessert café – eccentric, exotic, and one that is far too large given its…

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Our heads jerked in unison towards the moving source of the panic.  Loud gruff screams ripped through the din of the fish market just as the fishmongers were packing up their stalls for their afternoon siesta. The chase was on. A bluish white blur of…

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The last time I truly enjoyed Chinese hotpot was three years ago on Baniyas Road. Despite its worn walls and tired décor, Xiao Wei Yang assures the sort of eccentric experience that has made it a widely known ‘secret’ for anyone in the city with an…
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