Persian Flame

The star of the show was the lamb casserole spiced with dried lime. Holy!!! Like nothing I’ve ever had before. The lime lay in the stew like a burned out Death Star, all black and charred, and it lent the dish a jam-​sweet, lime-​tart bite I couldn’t get enough of. But I;m getting ahead of myself.
Persian food AKA Iranian ain’t that easy to find on the North Shore, except for a glorious little anachronistic stretch of Willoughby Road where there’s Persian grocers, hot nut bars, sweetmeats, and a narrow stairwell leading up to Persian Flame. I love Middle Eastern Food. There, I said it. The vittles here are mad authentic yo, it’s heavy on rice and succulent grilled meats and dips and not a huge lot else but hey, how much food do you think grows in the desert? The dolmades to start were good, laced as they were with a thick pomegranate syrup, and the other real joy was a wall full of posters of Iranian pop stars with faded mustaches and wonderful pompadours. That’s a hell of a wall, let me tell you. So much great Freddie Mercury hair.

What a great find, up a narrow set of stairs is this gem of a place. The décor is a bit rustic but the atmosphere is great. There was guy playing a keyboard and singing and even a bit of a dance floor. The food is wonderful dips with flat bread, skewed meats fish in spice and beautifully fluffy rice. It is byo, fast and friendly service, and very reasonably priced, what more could you ask.