How is one to capture the essence of a bun kebab through the written word?
One has to smell it, taste it and savour it to really appreciate it. Yes, that’s the only way to really experience a bun kebab.
Growing up my favourite bun kebab had to be the one sold by a street vendor opposite the Khayam Cinema, in Nursery, Karachi.
Anyone who grew up in the Karachi of the 70s and 80s has to have tasted the legendary chana shami bun kebab with anda (omelette), chutney, tamatar (tomato slices) and piyaz (onion rings), sold at the thela diagonal to Khayam Cinema, opposite the paan shop, nestled at the corner of the Mulbari ke dukaan and Blue Ribbon Bakery.
It was golden brown, soft, succulent, delicious and only one rupees and twenty-five paisas. I remember demanding two servings every time. One was never enough to satiate the taste buds, or the gluttony of the wonder years.
This very penchant for street foods may have been the reason for my childhood chub. And if the thela bun kebab wasn’t enough, my Nani used to make the best homemade bun kebabs, hence I’ve literally grown up eating them. And there was always a variety, aloo cutlet bun kebab, shami bun kebab and chapli kebab, a platter of taste with the desi twist.