Ketki M.
Yelp
After hearing about how amaze the charcoal chicken and garlic sauce was, I grudgingly agreed to make the trip all the way to Granville.
Fondly known as "EJ", the smell of EJ's charcoal chicken floats across a 200m radius and you will start to feel your belly rumble as you walk by open dumpsters, youths in hoodies, and graffiti.
The layout is basic and sparse, with standard tables and chairs indoors and outdoors. EJ is mainly takeout place because we saw a lot of people standing around waiting for their takeaway orders amidst the few seated guests.
Our order: Chicken Skewers (minimum 3), Chicken roll, 1/4 chicken (came with 2 kinds of pickles and lashings of garlic sauce), 2 regular sized fries, and 3 diet cokes.
When we placed our order (no table service here!) I asked the lady how big the fries were. She said a regular size could be shared between 2 people.
WRONG.
The regular was f**king HUGE. I saw other tables at EJ sharing regular sized fries among at least 4 people. The fries were nothing special, and at one point I saw a man rolling a trolley from McCain's into their kitchen. The real deal is that garlic sauce...which is beautiful!! I rolled my fries, chicken, pickles, and even my diet coke in it at one point. After my meal, I scooped it with a spoon and licked it off just by itself. SO GOOD.
My main was the chicken skewers, and they were just incredible. I thought the chicken would be served on a skewer, but it's actually just served in pieces on a plate on a bed of onions and spices. Very considerate of them, I just dodged an evening full of innuendos.
Chicken = Juicy, well seasoned, but a bit salty. The salt thing might be a personal taste though...a couple of years ago I undertook a lifestyle change where I vowed to eat less salt, so I could be feeling it a bit more than the average salt eating person (note: irrespective of this lifestyle change, my salt intake for the purposes of tequila shots has remained constant).
That night, I took home a little bit of El Jannah with me. My illicit liaison with EJ's garlic sauce had its repercussions. The morning after, I awoke with its scent on my expensive bamboo sheets. I hugged my pillow, rolled over, and took in its delightful aroma.
(Post EJ, be sure to walk up the road to Abla's and finish the night with some traditional Lebanese pastries. But I'll save that review for another day.)