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Unparalleled Baklava and Genuine Hospitality Shine

Upon entering this unassuming little gem nestled in a quiet corner of London, I was immediately greeted by the intoxicating aromas of freshly baked baklava and sizzling shawarma. This is a place where Middle Eastern enchantment meets the humdrum of city life, delivering an undeniably satisfying sweet escape. The cleanliness and warmth that permeate the shop are mirrored flawlessly in the affectionate service provided by the young lady clad in a white coat, who seems to singlehandedly give grace and eloquence more allure than the Louvre has ever managed. Her gentle wrist flick before handing over a kuspide of revered pistachio baklawa makes you wonder if baklava-slicing should be classified as performance art.

The prices beggar belief; £14 to £15 per kilo for this edible euphoria borders on daylight robbery—robbery with you as the villain absconding like a fox through a field, not entirely understanding your luck. Don't let my overly poetic tangent deter you from sampling their kunafa, crowned by a shimmering gold hood of vermicelli. And when weariness signalled it was time to turn heel, I enjoyably sat down and surrendered to the offering of a mammoth lamb shawarma. Juicy, flavourful, and genuinely smile-inducing, this shawarma floored me right on a blissful dusting of cinnamon and citrus. If James Joyce can wax lyrical about clouds, then mark my words: I could do a 1000-page/volumic exploration into why this baklava is the next ‘Ulysses’. Bound pity I only have eight more sentences in which to serenade their lust-worthy sweets! Do yourself a favour – step into this welcoming realm where joy is measured in crumbs, and life seems a fraction simpler and infinitely sweeter. — Milo Tastemaker