soheyb S.
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still can’t believe it — in the heart of Ealing, you can find freshly baked sangak bread just like back home.
One bite, and I’m transported to quiet Iranian mornings, sitting at my grandmother’s table.
This isn’t just bread — it’s comfort, memory, and love wrapped in a warm, sesame-covered slice.
Even far from Iran, this sangak fills the air with nostalgia and the heart with peace.
It’s a little piece of home, right here in London.