Duncan
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Let’s get this out of the way the service is shitty. You’ll wait. You’ll wave. You’ll wonder if anyone even noticed you walked in. Don’t expect smiles or small talk. This place doesn’t care about that. But then the food arrives and suddenly, none of it matters. The lamb here is something else entirely. Slow roasted, smoky, tender to the bone meat that falls apart with a touch, fat that melts like butter. You taste it and think, Yeah, this is why people put up with it. The place is loud, a little chaotic, full of locals who know better than to complain. It’s not pretty, but it’s real the kind of joint Bourdain would’ve loved, rough service, amazing food, zero pretense. Go for the lamb, not the love. You’ll leave a little frustrated, a little greasy, and completely satisfied.