Have you ever been to a restaurant or a place and instantly felt that you made a mistake in going? But it was too late to back out and you are stuck there, waiting for the experience to end? That was my experience on Saturday night at the Aria Kabab restaurant/takeout hole in the wall in Flushing NY. Wait! This story has a wonderful ending if you stick with me.
It was 7:30pm on Saturday night and I was incredibly hungry in Jamaica NY. Just finished a hospital visit and did not have time to research for a good restaurant nearby. So a search on Google Map took me to a random Afghan place called Aria Kabab. Yes, I was in the mood for kabab and lamb.
Walking in this place, it reminded me the Chinese takeout place in dicey neighborhoods where there are bullet proof windows in front of the counter. It was not that bad but the place was filled with only men, some dressed in the traditional thobe. As I walked in in a black A-lined short skirt, a black tank top and my three-inch heels, I was suddenly very self-conscious and stuck out like a sore thumb. I wanted to hide or just disappear. Not necessarily crazy about the eyes that were on my bare skin. Regardless, I went up and tried to order Lamb Tikka and Kabab and was told that the lamb would not be ready until tomorrow. It really defeated the purpose of being there. I was upset but needed to eat. Proceeded onto ordering the Beef Tikka and Kabab.
While waiting, we tried this Shahi Kulfi “ice cream.” It’s pretty unique. Does not taste like the ice cream that we know. It’s not sweet and it is very heavy in milk. It’s dense and it’s creamy. It’s not whipped. Interesting.
I had the Almond. Would definitely try different flavors next time.
I waited over 30 mins for the two dishes of takeout food! They are kababs: grilled meat, with rice, salad and a piece of bread! Did they have to butcher the cow in the back and wash every leaf of the lettuce? I started sighing right in front of the guy. He went to the kitchen and started yelling something in a language I could not make out.
Finally! I could not wait to take my food and get out of there. Got in the car. Famished. The food smelled soooooooo good. Wow. I dug in immediately without any utensils. Here comes my very best eating, with fingers. I was such a fine lady eating meat using my fingers and wearing my pretty short skirt in a moving vehicle!
Have you had food that was so good but the pictures look so bad? Here is an example. This is the Chicken and Beef Kabab. I am very sorry to say that I finished my food in the car and no picture was taken of my dish. This is the other dish that survived me.
Let me tell you about the Beef Tikka and Kabab that I had.
- The beef tikka was marinated so good, grilled so good, and so succulent on the inside that it made the experience completely ok.
- The beef kabab made me happy because it was well spiced
- The rice was so fragrant and delicious that made the experience ok
- The homemade afghan bread was painted with olive oil and I am a sucker for olive oil
My Beef Tikka and Kabab in a moving vehicle experience made my 30 mins of discomfort as a woman dressed inappropriately for a conservative culture almost go away.
I was asked whether I would go back. I think I would.
I was asked later by an 11-year-old girl whether I would go back but dressed in pants instead. I said that I would not change the way I dress because of the cultural requirements and because I feel that I can help changing the conservatism. In retrospect, that was an incomplete answer. This approach only works while I am living in the U.S. and protected by our cultural norms.
I remember being in Marrakech, Morocco and felt completely out-of-place, even if I was dressed conservatively. As far as I could see, women were secondary in everything in the Muslim culture. As a woman in Marrakech, it was easier to fit in when I changed how I dressed and walked behind the men, including the private tour guide that I paid for! Not for a second did Moroccan men pay attention to me when I was with a male companion. I had no voice. I was not the one who ordered in the restaurant. I was not the one whom people spoke to. I was silenced. I stood behind the men. It only happened once that a very smart Moroccan business man figured out that I was the decision maker and started talking to me instead.
On a similar note, when I visited the Vatican City in Rome, I had to cover my legs and arms in the brutal July heat wave in order to gain entrance. What is the difference here, other than not walking behind the men? Italian men sometimes represent the stereo typical chauvinist and only think of women one way. Why is one approach a turn off and another can be a turn on?
On the flip side, the girls/women in Taiwan have taken up to wearing very short skirts in a fairly conservative culture. Taiwan is extremely safe. There is barely any crime. As a result, a minority of women dare to wear skirts as short as their underpants and ride the tall escalator up, letting everyone (both men and women) a clear view of their business. I was shocked when I first saw it and I was eager to comment. My friends quickly shushed me because it is rude to comment on how others are dressed. Men in Taiwan are respectful. I never catch men looking at women in a sexual way. Men in Taiwan don’t leer and they seem more zen than men. At least outwardly.
- What do you think of how an American woman should dress in a conservative environment?
- Are we partially defined by how we dress?
- Are women succumbing to men if we cover up?
- Does coverage of our body represent our silence?
- Do we want men to be so respectful that even a mini mini skirt does not get any attention?
- What is the proper length for a skirt anyway?
Please feel free to comment and tell me what you think. I am curious about what the true cultural norms are in the US.
Lastly, Aria Kabab makes delicious food and is definitely worth a repeat visit – paying the $7.50 bridge toll twice and driving all the way from the Westchester County NY to Queens. It’s not everyday that I have an experience that makes me question the cultural norms. Happy brain. Happy tummy.
They don’t have a web site. Here is the link to Yelp on Aria Kabab.
7255 Kissena Blvd
Flushing, NY 11367
Phone number (718) 793-2984
2 thoughts on “Aria Kabab in Flushing NY, Afghan Take Out – A Story of My Short Skirt and Cultural Norms”
Lamb and rice…. I can’t wait 😊 On the cultural norms of the US it seems that the country needs to redefine the stereotypical perception of beauty before stepping to the table… but at least in the US people have an enormous amount of latitude and freedom in dressing options …. but the risk of not conforming is high since people also have similar latitude to critique one’s wear.