#Ad Comptoir Libanais review
Have you been to Comptoir Libanais Grand Central yet? If not, you must go!
As soon as you walk in, you are transported to the markets of the Middle East.
The smells, the decor, the huge mountains of baklava and the staff all add to this authentic experience.
We had the cheese samboussek and the batata harra to start. Both were delicious. I love anything with cheese and a dip so I was on to a winner. Teddy also helped me eat them (I never get to enjoy food without sharing it with him these days!). Dean was a big fan of the spicy potatoes. It all cam out really quickly and they brought the two children's meals out at the same time so they could start eating.
Florence (our niece) enjoyed her 'chicken nuggets' and Teddy had falafel for the first time, I think we found a new favourite for him.
Then we had the main event, which was so delicious I'm looking forward to eating there again.
Dean had the mixed grill, a plateful of meats, salad and rice, and I had the marinated chicken taouk, grilled chicken with garlic and fresh thyme.
One of my favourite combos is chicken and rice. I think I could eat that dinner several times a week!
By this point, I was getting rather full, although it felt like a healthy dinner with all the grilled meats and salads.
But nothing was going to stop me having dessert. Florence and Teddy had some vanilla ice cream which went down a treat.
Another favourite of mine is baklava. I eat boxes of the stuff, especially around Christmas.
Well, Christmas came early for me as we ordered a baklava selection and an orange blossom mouhalabia (a traditional milk pudding) to share. I ate most of it, even though I was stuffed! And we took some of the baklava home, which was enjoyed with a cup of tea that evening!
Overall, we had a fantastic visit to Comptoir Libanais and will would highly recommend you visit. There's so much to look at, the food is fantastic, and the staff could't do enough to make our dining experience a good one.
*This blog includes gifted food but all opinions are my own.*