So what if “gengirill” is actually ginger ale and not some exotic Pashtun beverage? Tune your ears to the live violinist, whose mournful song yearns for the old country, and the menu’s linguistic glitch becomes a mark of authenticity.
Named after the valley where the Taliban destroyed centuries-old Buddhas, this big restaurant captures Afghan cuisine’s cross-border riffs. The potato-stuffed boolawnee is a lighter, sweeter Indian samosa, the honeyed-raisin qaubili palau an homage to Iran’s cardamom undertones. Sumac-sprinkled lamb kebabs offer a tangy version of Pakistan’s favorite dish. Together they create an irresistible salty-sweet dynamic. Don’t miss the sugary sautéed pumpkin with a dollop of sour house-made yogurt, a counterpoint that keeps the fork moving.
Open daily except Sunday for lunch and dinner.