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Keyif
Arguments over the best kebab in Dublin could go on until well after closing time. Claiming one is better than another is as futile as suggesting there is one definitive pub for the best pint of Guinness in the city. Sure, there are preferable situations in which to imbibe the black stuff, but it ultimately comes down to a combination of factors. In terms of the humble kebab, those factors could be understood as the following: the succulence of the meat, the sauces, the salads, the setting and in the case of Keyif, the receptacle in which these bountiful temptations are served. Karol, the ultra-sound owner, is reluctant to reveal exactly what makes his homemade Turkish flatbread so divinely mouth-watering. Whatever the secret ingredient is that Karol’s grandma passed down to him, it is lip-smackingly delicious. / Simon Judge
