Mohammed Alsalman
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Tucked into a quiet stretch of Hoboken, Seven Valleys is one of those places that feels like a gentle escape from the city’s usual pace. With soft lights glowing through its windows and a charming exterior, the space sets the tone before you even walk in. Our group was on the larger side, gathered post-Eid for a long-overdue dinner, and the atmosphere couldn’t have been more welcoming—graceful, warm, and filled with the kind of understated beauty that invites conversation.
Though I can’t recall every single dish that made its way to the table, I do remember how effortlessly it all came together—each plate thoughtful, fragrant, and deeply rooted in tradition. I personally ordered the Fesenjan, a slow-cooked stew of walnuts and pomegranate molasses, which leaned to the sweeter side but was still incredibly pleasant, especially alongside saffron rice. The Ghormeh Sabzi, with its herb-forward richness, felt familiar and grounding. Others at the table had the Lamb Shank, beautifully tender and falling off the bone, and the Beef Soltani, served with care and full of flavor.
To start, we shared a spread of Masto Khiar—cool, creamy, and refreshing—and Ash, a hearty Persian herb and noodle soup that was especially comforting. For drinks, a few of us went for the Sharbat-e Ālbālū (شربت آلبالو), a sour cherry syrup drink that was tart, floral, and just sweet enough to balance the spices of the meal.
Our server, Beste, was truly a highlight of the evening—graceful, patient, and always attentive, even with our many questions and shifting orders. Her presence added an ease and warmth to the night that we all appreciated.
It’s also worth noting: only select items on the menu are halal, so it’s best to ask in advance. That said, the staff were kind and accommodating, and the experience felt both relaxed and refined.
Seven Valleys sits in that rare space where the setting is as memorable as the meal. Surrounded by a beautiful part of Hoboken and filled with quiet charm, it’s the kind of place that lingers in your mind after you leave—not just for the food, but for the feeling it gives. A slice of Persian warmth, shared with friends, under soft lights and quiet skies.