Dennis Augustine
"Hospitality is part of our faith."
—Afghan proverb
Susan and Nelson Bye, Cecile and I stepped inside Kabul Afghan Cuisine in Sunnyvale, and the world outside softened—replaced by the warmth of saffron rice, and the gentle dance of spices older than memory . We dined on history—slow-braised lamb beneath jeweled rice , eggplant kissed by fire and cooled by yogurt , naan still warm from the oven’s ancient breath .
The flavors didn’t shout. They spoke—in the low, assured tones of a poet who’s told this story a thousand times but still means every word .
And when the last spoon of fragrant rice was gone, we strolled beneath the summer twilight to Historic Murphy Avenue, closed off to vehicular traffic, where Bella Roma’s gelato offered a cool whisper of sweet creamy delight—to compliment a soulful meal.
