Is there anything more noble than kebab meat and chips? Noa on Upper Street in Islington is one of my new favourite kebab houses and I've eaten there quite regularly in the last few months. The doner meat is exceptional; crisp, tender, and perfectly fatty.
In a society obsessed with social media, instagram food porn, and blogging is it much of a stretch to see food as another status symbol? Where you choose to eat says as much about you as the clothes you wear surely?
