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Kabobeesh

4201 Chestnut Street
Philadelphia, PA 19104
215-386-8081
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Sate Kampar

1837 E. Passyunk Avenue
Philadelphia, PA 19148
267-324-3860
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Both restaurants are open for takeout and delivery.

 

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Key takeaways

What to eat at Kabobeesh

Kabobeesh

Asad Ghumman, owner

Must-Orders

Go for large-format items: mutton or chicken karahi, lahori chargha

Smart Ordering

For one, any of the kabobs as a meal or sandwich roll. For two, it has to be the karahi. We liked the chicken but the mutton is sublime.

Better off skipping

Rice. Ghumann says they offer this for guests from the Middle East, India or the U.S., but would normally eat most Pakistani dishes accompanied by naan and salad.

How to enjoy

Call in advance to ask them to start the karahi, which can take as long as 50 minutes to prepare. Go or take out for a group.

Good to know

While meat items are the signature, there are at least three vegan options daily.

Quirks

While they don’t promote it, you can BYOB to Kabobeesh, frowned upon in some other halal restaurants. Ghumman insists that Coke or Sprite are the traditional pairings for karahi.

Ghumman’s Go-To Philly Spots

  • Saad’s Halal Restaurant (4500 Walnut Street)
  • Alyan’s Restaurant (603 S. 4th Street)

Pro Tip

The karahi pots are imported from Lahore. Karahi is both the name of the menu item and the pot. Oil is added at the end—it can be a bit much, so it’s OK to ask them to go light. Ange Branca loves to eat the bone marrow—spread it on the naan.

 

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In this serialized book, industry veterans take us where they love to eat. Here, a pre-isolation Pakistani meal—that you should have delivered at home tonight

In this serialized book, industry veterans take us where they love to eat. Here, a pre-isolation Pakistani meal—that you should have delivered at home tonight

When Ange Branca, the chef and co-owner, with her husband John Branca, of Saté Kampar, sit down with Asad Ghumman, 48, owner of Kabobeesh at 42nd and Chestnut streets in early March, COVID-19, is on everyone’s mind. Panic has not yet erupted but business in Chinatown restaurants is slow, media outlets are advising people to avoid unnecessary travel and to work from home if possible, and doctors are preaching avoiding touching one’s face.

Kabobeesh owner Asad Ghumman
Asad Ghumman

Social distancing is new to the vocabulary for many of us. It reminds Ange of another terrible time, fall 2001, after the jarring horror of the World Trade Center attack, when she first started visiting Kabobeesh as a new Philadelphian.

“When I came here there wasn’t a lot of ethnic food—flavors that take me home. I originally thought it was an Indian restaurant—the names of the dishes are the same. But when I tasted it, I knew it was different. I didn’t know who owned it, but I knew it had amazing halal [prepared according to Islamic law] food. That was obvious to me. And I came back whenever I was in town.”

Now, nearly two decades, and countless kabobs later, the Brancas still spend more than an occasional day off at Kabobeesh, a 17-year-old University City institution known for affordable and flavorful Pakistani food, all day and late nights until 1am.

A cook grills meats at Kabobeesh, a Pakistani restaurant in University City
Kabobeesh cook Haider grills kabobs

“A lot of what I admire about a place like this is its surviving through points of turmoil,” Ange Branca says. She asks Ghumman how he was treated after September 11, 2001, when they first met. “Muslims were afraid, I remember?”

Expecting another sigh of disappointment, our table is relieved, and surprised, when he says, “People were very nice. They kept coming. They were concerned for me—am I safe? How am I doing?”

Such is the special formula of Kabobeesh—a not very attractive fluorescent-lit interior, with oily food served on finest Styrofoam with plastic cutlery at Formica tables, and aromatic, supple, mutton karahi with warm naan that, at least for a little while, makes you not think about anything else in the world except for, How good is this? Oh my God, so good.

Do SomethingGhumman is not a chef by training, though after learning the hard way that a business owner cannot rely 100 percent on his employees—even having to close for days when a former chef had a death in the family—he can now make everything on the menu.

Ghumman came to Philadelphia in 1995 from Lahore, which he describes as the “food capital of Pakistan. We ate out every day.” He ran a travel agency in the neighborhood from 1996 to 2000, end times for the retail travel agent with the ubiquity of home computing and online travel agencies.

“There was nowhere in Philly to eat my food. I used to drive with a friend to Coney Island Avenue in Brooklyn just to have dinner,” he says.

In 2000, Ghumman took over a relative’s ailing restaurant, Sultan Kabob, on 42nd and Walnut streets before moving into the old All American Diner one block north and rebranding as Kabobeesh, after a famous Lahori restaurant of the same name.

The karahi is not a check-your-phone, swirl-your-wine, how-was-your-day type of dish. It is a mindful, focused, full body eating experience.

Ghumman says that in the restaurant’s early days, “Everything was difficult. We were the first Pakistani restaurant in this area. Any other halal restaurant was Middle Eastern. Our health inspector didn’t even know what our tandoor oven is. ‘What the hell is this?’ he said. We couldn’t find employees. I brought in a chef from the Pakistani part of Kashmir, famous for chefs. We couldn’t get meat—we had to go to the one halal slaughterhouse in Trenton.”

“Now there is an entire halal section at Jetro [restaurant supply store],” Branca notes.

Experienced restaurateurs, Ghumman and Branca agree that things have gotten easier, not just in the supply chain. “I have seven employees from four countries: Mexico, Columbia, Sri Lanka, and India,” Ghumman says. “They’ve been with me a long time.” Asked how he is fully staffed when restaurateurs complain they are hurting for cooks, Ghumman is matter-of-fact, shrugging, “You have to teach them.”

He is equally practical about appealing to diverse constituencies of guests. On a typical visit I see everyone from large Pakistani families sharing karahi, to nostalgic Penn alums having the same resham kebabs they ordered on a date years ago, to cab drivers making quick work of a kabob roll before getting back on the road.

Kabobeesh owner Asad Ghumman dines with Saté Kampar owner Ange Branca.
Asad Ghumman (center) dines with Saté Kampar owner Ange Branca (right) and Jon Deutsch (left).

“Americans love to try different food: Japanese, Indian and Pakistani,” Ghumman says. “I get people from the Middle East, India, Pakistan, Bangladesh. People come from as far as New Jersey, New York or Baltimore for my karahi. They say it’s the closest thing to a Pakistani karahi that they can get here.”

The karahi itself is a rich stew of chicken or mutton, cooked down with tomatoes, ginger, garlic, jalapeño and cilantro, and topped with additional fresh ginger and cilantro. It is eaten with a sparse salad and freshly baked naan alongside a thin yogurt-based mint chutney.

The chicken karahi takes 25 minutes to prepare, while the mutton takes 50. The mutton in particular is worth the wait. In either case, the meat falls off the bone into the oily, spiced sauce. One dining companion observed that the karahi is the ultimate communal dish: Not only does it generously serve two to three people as a half-order, or four to five as a full order, its greasiness, succulence, and bone-in preparation necessitate complete concentration. It is not a check-your-phone, swirl-your-wine, how-was-your-day type of dish. It is a mindful, focused, full body eating experience.

A spread of delicious food at University City Pakistani restaurant Kabobeesh.
From bottom, clockwise: boneless chicken kabobs and salad; resham chicken and resham beef kabobs; karahi; and chutney.

The menu is large—appetizers, kebabs, sandwich rolls, and large-format chef’s specials in addition to a Kabobeesh twist on more traditional University City fare from the attached Penn’s Corner pizza restaurant next door (the Shish Kebab Overload pizza is a fun fusion).

But when you order at the counter, if you look confused, Umair or another helpful staffer will guide you. “It takes 50 minutes so get the large size and take the rest home,” (he was right). “You’ll need more naan,” (right again). “A vegetable?” (Eye roll—but the okra was almost as good as the karahi).

Custom HaloThe cuisine has been lovingly called dhaba food, roadside or truck stop food, which does not translate well. Like American truck stop food, it is stick-to-your-ribs and affordable. Less like American truck stop food, it is a compliment to Ghumman to be considered dhaba food—truck and taxi drivers are hard to please and each have their favorite spots.

For many of us, 9/11 changed the frame of how we saw things—our country, our heritage, our neighbors. COVID-19 is doing the same thing. Friends become potential vectors; a friendly hug defies social distancing; the snap of latex gloves becomes reassuring. The aroma of karahi rises above the fracas of our anxieties. Take out a half order or have one delivered. When we emerge from this horrible chapter with the summer weather, do it again, a full order, outside, with friends.

Next: Asad Ghumman takes us out.

A cook makes karahi at University City Pakistani restaurant Kabobeesh.
Chef Ansar making a karahi.

Jonathan Deutsch is a professor of Food and Hospitality Management at Drexel University. This story is part of a serialized book running in The Citizen throughout the year.

Header: mutton karahi with lamb. Photos by Rachel Wisniewski

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