Cheap Drunk Munchies: Food review of Kabob Palace (Crystal City, VA)
Location: Washington, DC
Last night, in the wee hours of the morning, my friends John, Saruta, and I realized that we had the munchies. Thankfully, John had just the place in mind. “This place, Kabob Place, has the best food. I took [our other friend] Jamieson there once, and he liked it. Jamieson goes, ‘I lived in Canada, so I know what good kabobs are.” (???)
Kabob Palace is a hidden gem. It’s located in Crystal City (Northern Virginia), which for those of you who don’t know, basically looks as if a group of architects got together and discussed: “what would it be like if an ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD looked like the INSIDE OF A SUBWAY STATION?” FYI, it’s appropriately nicknamed “Crystal Sh*tty.”
We pull up to the front of the restaurant. It is really unassuming, and sort of reminds me of “Kwik-E-Mart” from the Simpsons.
Inside Kabob Place, however, was a lively scene that would draw in Anthony Bourdain-wannabes like an plaid shirt sale at URBN to wannabe-hipsters. The walls are littered with “Best Of” awards from the Washingtonian, Zagat, and glowing reviews from the Washington Post. Hungry customers are greeted with delicious hunks of raw meat sitting on skewers, waiting to be thrown on the grill. (wait, what?)
The clientele constituted an eclectic cross-section of the NON-Vineyard Vines-wearing DC 2 am drunkards scene. All sorts of amazing people-watching. Old people, young people. People wearing suits. People wearing sweatpants. Import-export shower shoes from Asia. Fresh Armani-Exchange tees (a-la Situation from the Jersey Shore).
Me: I take one bite of my delicious kabob (it was delicious!) and immediately dribbled all over the front of my dress.
John: Not that this has anything to do with you, but one of my coworkers is a really messy eater. [He then launches into a story about some sloppy guy.]
Anyways, this place gets 5 urbanspoon forks from me. I thoroughly enjoyed both the food and the ambience.