eddie C.
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The national dish of Uzbekistan, plov, is celebrated here like a carnival in full swing. From the cooking to the serving to the devouring, the entire operation unfolds as a grand spectacle - an exuberant dance of fire, steam, and satisfaction. It’s impossible not to be swept up by the euphoria. The sheer scale is staggering: a thousand hungry diners served at once, many arriving by the busload.
The approach through the open kitchen is a show-stopper in itself - giant cauldrons bubbling away, clouds of aromatic steam rising like a curtain before the main act. It’s a masterstroke in appetite whetting, setting the stage for the chaotic, joyous frenzy inside. Tables fill in seconds, waiters whirl about in organized mayhem, and before long, plates of salad and steaming plov land before you - standard fare, yes, but heaped in generous portions.
This may not be the best plov in Uzbekistan, but it’s certainly the most festive, the most theatrical - the one that feeds not just the stomach, but the senses.