Yes, one of our forks came with a hardened booger amuse-bouche. And, yes, the shaker of unidentified seasoning on the table was crustier than a fresh scab. It’s also true that the iceless water in the dingy plastic pitcher looked about as palatable as a Pamela Anderson urine sample. And there’s no denying that the salmon-colored walls had more mystery stains than Newt Gingrich’s underpants. It’s all true.
But Christ on a cracker if the chicken boti at Khan’s isn’t some of the best chicken you’re ever gonna put in your mouth.
You know that saying about putting lipstick on a pig? Well, Khan’s is doing the opposite. These motherfuckers are taking January Jones and putting her in a Joan Rivers mask. They could serve this stuff in actual Pakistan and I’d still go.
What is boti, some of you ask? Boti is the culinary equivalent of your balls dropping. Once you’ve experienced boti, the entire world is a sexier place. To eat boti is to get a boner that actually means something.
Nah, boti is really just a Pakistani way of referring to chicken thighs and drumsticks, a.k.a. the dark meat, a.k.a. The Tootsie Roll. At Khan’s this means char-grilled chunks of deboned dark meat. Boti can be prepared any number of ways, but this one is slightly tangy, with a bit of background heat, green in color (maybe from green chiles or mint?), and charcoal-y. The irregular chunks mean the char gets spread around so you get some of that bark in every bite. A slight amount of fat keeps the grease flowing.
Don’t sleep on the daal palak, either. But that’s a whole ‘nuther post.
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Sorry man, that looks like dog shit. I wouldn’t eat that if you paid me lol
You are out of your f’ing minds and I love it. Booger Amuse Bouche — I can’t stop laughing over that one.