South London’s Kurdish culinary gem deserves all the hype

The large, flavourful Kurdish plates at Nandine paint a much fuller story of Kurdistan than those in the West typically encounter. (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The massive, flavourful Kurdish plates at Nandine paint a a lot fuller story of Kurdistan than people in the West commonly encounter. (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The huge, flavourful Kurdish plates at Nandine paint a substantially fuller story of Kurdistan than all those in the West usually face. Speak of Kurdistan, the Center Japanese area that encompasses areas of Iraq, Syria, Turkey, Armenia and Iran, usually brings to brain a constrained narrative derived from headlines of ethno-political conflict, violent struggles for independence and the generally bleak epilogue of colonisation. Nandine does not exist in the summary its impressive origin story starts with its admirable matriarch/head chef, Pary Baban, fleeing her northern Iraqi hometown of Qaladze in the late ‘80s though she was nevertheless a teenager residing under Saddam Hussein’s regime. On her journey from Qaladze to south London, Baban discovered of the a variety of dissimilarities concerning distinctive types of Kurdish cooking just before finally starting up Nandine – a refined acquire of what she jotted down in a notebook more than the years.

With a flagship area on Camberwell Church Street, a small café on nearby Vestry Highway and an outpost in Peckham Levels, Nandine has worked tricky in current years to begin earning a title for alone in the south London cafe scene. Even though Lebanese, Turkish and vaguely-described “Middle Eastern” dining places have still left their stamp throughout London, places that can pinpoint their influences to a specially Kurdish tradition are nevertheless some thing of a curious rarity. Positive more than enough, enthusiasts of the far more widespread aforementioned cuisines can anticipate some culinary similarities upon their initial check out to Nandine: olives, chickpeas, za’atar, kebab, etcetera. That similar crowd can also hope some welcome surprises: dill and celery among the some others.

The Kurdish negroni on the left and  the Kurdish martini on the right (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The Kurdish negroni on the still left and the Kurdish martini on the ideal (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

Smiling faces and Do it yourself woodwork greet Nandine’s meal guests at the little restaurant’s doors. Millennial couples and mate groups bantered all around us while the bartender made use of some barista-searching, steaming equipment to make cocktails in the track record. The Kurdish martini and Kurdish negroni both of those outlined cardamon, thus catching our notice and securing our consume orders. Upon their arrivals, we each and every sipped and created excited eye call. The subtly sweet martini and the negroni with a big cardamom-infused ice cube clued us into the address ahead.

The danout and spiced sausages (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The danout and spiced sausages (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

As for food stuff, narrowing it down to only 3 shareables proved to be rough get the job done but we made a decision upon the danout & spiced sausage, the Kurdish dumplings and the tara cauliflower. We chose ideal. Our to start with bite of just about every of these dishes was adopted by a nice, “Oh?!” or a “Okay, wait, you require to try out that!”

The Kurdish dumplings (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The Kurdish dumplings (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The tender, inviting, flawlessly-spiced sausages arrived initial and went completely with the sleek pearl barley and chickpea danout beneath them. The Kurdish dumplings, which we requested as one veggie and two meat, had a tricky exterior and a piping warm interior that considerably stifled the textual pleasure but not sufficient to keep us from gobbling them up. The tara cauliflower heads ended up also correctly-spiced (discover the building spice theme) and sat on a tangy spinach, herb and black bean sauce. The parts had been so grand that we had been still working absent at the claufilower’s accompanying sauce when the entrées arrived. My mate went with the hen lula whereas I purchased the charcoal-grilled sea bass for every our server’s recommendation.

The tara cauliflower (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The tara cauliflower (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The most visible aspects of our entrées have been not the whole sea bass that sat in entrance of me or the substantial chicken kebab in entrance of my pal but alternatively the fragrant, grilled veggies with their blackened skins. Onions, tomatoes, environmentally friendly peppers and additional sat alongside servings of seasoned flatbread and a interesting yoghurt with yellow pickled cauliflower in the center. As we dug in, I commenced to increase jealous of my friend’s chicken lula throughout the desk. The prolonged items of tender meat sat on top rated of her flat bread, lending their juices to what was presently a saporous facet to get started with. Thankfully she could not take in the complete detail so I much too could gorge myself on the outstanding and gentle kebab. As a person must count on with a complete fish, I battled some unpleasant bones in my mouth at moments but the lemony grilled cod was significantly from a lousy suggestion by the server.

The charcoal-grilled sea bass (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The charcoal-grilled sea bass (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

It speaks to the strength of the dishes that we resolved to purchase a baklava dessert in spite of our impending descent into a food coma. Everything experienced been so great thus significantly, how could we not?

The chicken lula (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The chicken lula (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

My Armenian-American grandmother and Dearborn, Michigan-lifted mom taught me to have very high expectations for my baklava, introducing me to the Detroit area’s well-known Center Japanese foodstuff scene at a young age. Nandine’s batch that night lacked pistachio and provided coconut, ingredients choices that produced me apprehensive at to start with, stressing me that I may perhaps have last but not least examined my luck. In hindsight, that was a frivolous issue. The flaky pastries’ almond slivers experienced me licking the fragrant syrup off my fingers by the time we eventually concluded our meal.

The baklava (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

The baklava (James Schaak and Nitya Dandu)

Nandine introduced me and my good friend to Kurdish cuisine in sterling manner. It is the form of restaurant in which we did not leave speaking about irrespective of whether we’d appear back again, we still left chatting about what other dishes we’d want to re-order on our unavoidable return. Not only does Nadine serve mouth watering food items, it serves a distinctive and considerably-necessary viewpoint to London. If Baban’s mission is to introduce her culture’s abundant culinary traditions to a woefully under-informed viewers, then she can take into consideration her mission handedly achieved.

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