Finally tracked down my comments regarding Babani's. We visited back in the late spring of '08. These were my immediate impressions:
Babani's Kurdish Restaurant had a glowing write up so we figured let's head east into St. Paul and check it out. The building is near downtown and the Capitol Building, but a little tough to get to if you don't know the streets of St. Paul. Due to a plethora of one way streets, none of which were going the way I wanted them to go, I ended up taking the long route; going around the block and ultimately making an illegal U-turn in order to pull up in front of the joint.
Once inside we discovered a lovely oasis from the noisy world of downtown St. P. Two walls and the high ceiling were painted a subdued cantaloupe orange; almost sandy colored. Invigorating, yet very relaxing. The other two walls were exposed natural brick and windows, tying the whole thing back into its urban setting. The walls are adorned with tapestries and photos of, and by, native Kurds depicting everyday life in the old country. Sharing wall space with the artifacts are numerous articles from local and national publications (The Washington Post, Christian Science Monitor, Zagat, etc.) all singing the praises of Babani's.
Our waitress was very friendly and helpful in choosing the right combination of flavors. As we sat down she informed us that they only had one order of Chicken Tawa left in the kitchen. I had no idea what Chicken Tawa was so I took a quick look at the menu and discovered that it was "chicken sauteed with lemon and other spices then baked in layers of potato, green pepper, onion, and dried lemon. Served over Basmati rice." Hard to go wrong with something like that so we gave her the go ahead and told her we'd have that along with some other things.
I have to say that the operative word in Kurdish cooking is "Intense"! Intense flavors in everything from soft drinks, to appetizers, to soup, to entrees and on into dessert. Babani's was the complete opposite of last night's experience in terms of flavor (we had stopped at the TeePee Supper Club in Tomah, Wisconsin on the way into the Twin Cities-very disappointing).
We started with a small sample of Ave Mast, decribed as "The most popular drink among Kurds, [it] combines a Creamy blend of yogurt, water, ice and dill. Perhaps too authentic for some!" You've got to admire that kind of honesty and at the same time, how can you resist the dare? Our waitress brought us a small teacup filled with a thin milky substance, served on the rocks, with flecks of finely chopped dill floating throughout. There is nothing sweet about this drink; nothing at all like the mango flavored yogurt drink served in Indian, Nepalese, and other Himalayan themed eateries. It is the yogurt equivalent of a dry martini, leaving your mouth feeling like it had been scrubbed out with sand paper. And yet, after a few sips, it became rather appealing. Ave mast is not the kind of drink you can take big gulps of though; not the kind of drink that would pair up well with food.
Instead, I opted for Kurdish lemonade, their version of an Arnold Palmer, half lemonade, half Kurdish iced tea, with a hit of cardamom for good measure. Like I said, intense is the word of the day. All at once it was very lemony, very sweet, a deep tea and cardamom flavor rounded it out.
Next up was our soup. The waitress recommended the Dowjic, a soup made of chicken, yogurt, rice, basil, and lemon. Again, intense! Imagine the flavor of a thousand chickens all boiled down into one bowl, mixed in with lemon concentrate and flecks of basil. That was some serious CHICKEN soup!
We moved on to our appetizer, Bajan Rashk, deep fried eggplant smothered in Jaajic (cucumber, dill and fresh garlic in a yogurt sauce; sort of a Kurdish version of the Greek tzaziki), adorned with cucumber slices, tomatoes, and black olives, all served with traditional Kurdish bread to soak up the extra Jaajic. It was fabulous. The eggplant was creamy and its rich, earthy flavor was counterpointed by the sharp tang of the Jaajic.
Finally, our Chicken Tawa arrived. Two plump, juicy, flavorful hunks of chicken on the bone, smothered in a thin, yet rich lemony broth that was just waiting to be soaked up by the Basmati rice. The natural sweetness of the chicken and the lemon broth played perfectly together, accompanied by the buttery tasting slices of potato. There was just enough food for two people to share. We toyed with the idea of ordering another entree, but scrapped that in favor of dessert.
Babani's offers homemade baklava and flan. Yup, you read that right, flan! I suppose there's some Kurdish word that means the same thing as flan; custard is a pretty universal dessert. They probably just call it flan so folks would more easily identify it. Whatever you call it, it was some damn tasty flan, and it rounded out the tangy flavors of the rest of the meal perfectly. The baklava was rather different from the Greek and other Middle Eastern versions I've had. Not as buttery as most, slighty drier, and there was that cardamom again. It was a nice change of pace, but I think I prefer the classic versions I've had elsewhere.
Babani's will be added to the list of Twin Cities "Must Visit Again" restaurants that never seems to stop growing. This is becoming a problem. I might have to move up here just keep up with the list.
So, that's it, our visit to Babani's. At some point I may reprint the description of our excellent dinner last summer at Baku, a relatively new Russian restaurant in Plymouth.
Buddy