Review: Kabob KornerAuthor: indianapoliseater | Filed under: Food Reviews, Location: Indianapolis, IN
6066 East 82nd Street
Indianapolis, IN 46250
Spurred on by a post on IndianapolisAmy’s blog, its proximity to my home and an overwhelming desire to expand my food horizons, I recently gave some Afghan food a shot on an overcast Saturday afternoon for lunch.
When you first walk in to Kabob Korner, the first thing that strikes you is that it is very basic. I can’t remember there being any sort of artwork or anything on the walls and the tables and chairs were just there with no effort to dress them up or make them look nice. The menu board was just a basic menu board, although they did have pictures of all the dishes on the wall to give those uninitiated people like myself at least some sort of idea what they were ordering. It also seems as if they are trying to align themselves with more of a carryout motif than they are a eat-in restaurant look.
What I Got: Lamb Kurma Chalow $7.35. Lamb served on top of basmati rice mixed with the special tomato and onion sauce.
First visual impression: This was slop served on a styrofoam plate. Based on the menu picture on the wall, I was expecting more.
First taste impression: This was slop served on a styrofoam plate. And yes, I am trying to be cute by typing that a second time. While the lamb was tender (at least the four small pieces of lamb I was able to find were), it was flavorless. The rice was undercooked and the sauce, while hot, was pretty basic. There’s no reason to go into a lot of effort describing this because it didn’t seem there really was a lot of effort put into cooking my dish and turnabout is fair play. I will say though that I could feel the sauce burning in my body for several hours afterward, although that wasn’t specifically caused by the sauce that comes on the dish (I’ll get to that in a minute).
Would I Buy It Again? Absolutely not. While I hate to bash a small, family-owned ethnic operation like this, I just have to in this case. The owner and what I assumed were his sons were working that day and they were all very nice (I never thought I’d be in a place where the owner was discussing Alexander the Great and his army in Afghanistan with other customers), talked to me individually and were clearly taking pride in their work, but nothing they served me was overly impressive or even tasty for that matter. Overall, I was very, very disappointed in this visit based on what I had read in Indianapolis Amy’s previous review.
One more quick note: remember the burning that I talked about a bit ago? Well, that was mostly self-inflicted. When I was grabbing my utensils, they had a station set up with hot sauce. The only note on the sauce said “Very Hot Sauce.” Well, that’s basically like putting drugs in front of a drug addict…I couldn’t resist. Since I have a huge and sometimes misplaced ego when it comes to eating hot food, I openly took the challenge of having some of this hot sauce despite the fact that the seeds from the peppers were infesting this sauce everywhere. Needless to say, this was not one of my wiser decisions. Below is an up close view of the sauce and let’s just say from now on that I’ll be calling this sauce “Red Death.” Maybe one of these days I’ll actually grow up and stop letting my ego get the best of me. Ha!