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omlyRoger and I ended up going to Helmand (amusing they don't have their own web page), the Afghan restaurant over by the Galleria. We had been interested in going for a while, but their hours had prevented us from going until recently. They are only open from 5-11 on most nights, and thus only do dinner.
The maitre d'-type person was an older middle eastern man. He was highly disapproving of us, apparently because of our dress. Roger had on a tee-shirt and (nice) shorts. I was wearing a babydoll and a long skirt. Moral: dress a little nicer for better initial treatment. We weren't sure if he was going to seat us or not. The place was almost completely empty, but he gave us a lot of grief about not having a reservation.
Our waiter was very nice though and the food was good. I got the sea bass, and Roger got some sort of meatball like thing. The bread is just to die for though. I think I could have happily just had that if it weren't for the unwelcome vibe. I would go again armed with the knowledge of what was expected.
The maitre d'-type person was an older middle eastern man. He was highly disapproving of us, apparently because of our dress. Roger had on a tee-shirt and (nice) shorts. I was wearing a babydoll and a long skirt. Moral: dress a little nicer for better initial treatment. We weren't sure if he was going to seat us or not. The place was almost completely empty, but he gave us a lot of grief about not having a reservation.
Our waiter was very nice though and the food was good. I got the sea bass, and Roger got some sort of meatball like thing. The bread is just to die for though. I think I could have happily just had that if it weren't for the unwelcome vibe. I would go again armed with the knowledge of what was expected.
