Well, I feel a little out of place commenting on Iraqi Kabab House in this thread because, well, I actually
have eaten there. Nevertheless I hope the rest of you can overlook this disadvantage...
G Wiv and I originally intended to try the place in Little Shedrak's old location, Kirkuk ____ (I still can't remember what it was calling itself-- Grill, Cafe, House of Pancakes). We got there and, though a sign promised it would be open at 12, it had the look of a place that either closed two weeks ago or wouldn't open for another two weeks.
So off to try Iraqi Kabab House. Eight years ago I ate at a self-described Iraqi restaurant in Paris, drawn irresistibly by the novelty of eating a cuisine that would never (post-Gulf War I) advertise itself by its real name. But history marches on and places whose meaning once seemed fixed to disaster forever, as surely as Titanic or Hindenburg, acquire new, restaurant-friendly meanings. There's a Restaurant Sarajevo a few blocks away, and today we ate Iraqi Kababs. Tomorrow I'm having lechon at Bay of Pigs, I suppose.
At first the cultural referent the menu seemed to call to mind
the cheeseshop sketch, as nearly everything we tried to order was missing some crucial ingredient, like rice. Have you got any-- SHUT THE BLOODY BOUZOUKI OFF! The owner explained that he had been at court that morning over some regulatory pain in the ass. Very well, we wound up with his recommendation of kufta kabob--
and... yes... that universal middle eastern classic, the Vegetarian Platter. Wouldn't be a middle eastern restaurant without a Vegetarian Platter. This time, though, we pressed upon him the desire for freshly fried, steaming hot falafel. He did not seem happy to learn that we suspected his falafel of ever having been anything else.
The lentil soup that came as a starter, and the thin, slightly char-tasting pita, were both quite nice, indeed the highlight of the meal may have been scooping up the lentil soup with a roughly-torn hunk of pita. The kufta was juicy, not too tightly packed, pleasing but a little on the plain side. Falafel were fresh this time, not great; the best thing on the Vegetarian Platter was smoky baba ghanouj, at least that seemed the best until they brought us--
A spinach stew-- spinach, not mloukieh, at least so far as G Wiv's line of questioning could determine, though mloukieh (potherb, Jew's Mallow) is just as common-- and a big mound of rice to dump it on, far more than we could ever eat after everything that had come before it. This displayed the most complex and interesting flavor to come our way.
Overall, things were pretty good, and there are a couple of items you may not have seen anywhere before on the menu (but which remained unavailable to us today, alas), one called Mosul Kubbe, for instance. The menu is basic but it was all pretty decently prepared, the service was sometimes a bit on the amateur side but eager to please, and who knows, in time and as the menu or the specials roster evolves, Iraqi Kabab House could join the front rank of Kedzie spots.