A taste of “the Village’ – Review of Khyber Pass

BY CAROLYN ONOFREY

Khyber Pass
34 St. Mark’s Place
East Village
212-473-0989/orderkhyberpass.com

Khyber Pass was one of those places that I had passed regularly, several times a month, but had never been to.  I finally stopped in when poking around the East Village one night, looking for a cozy nook to enjoy some warm food in.

Hummus at Khyber Pass

Hummus at Khyber Pass

Upon entering, the sweet smell of flavored Hookah tobacco filled my nose and my boyfriend and I were lead to a table at the back of the restaurant.  A corner booth, with well worn seats and an Afghani rug (with a thin sheet of glass over top of it), as the table top.  The room was dark and inviting, filled with warm hues of red, purple, and orange;  if walls could talk, I’m sure the stories of nights past would echo long after the last dish was served for the night.  The service, I quickly learned due to the fact that we were asked 3 times by 3 different people if we were ready to order yet, was in typical East Village style, disorganized and ditsy. [Read more...]

A taste of "the Village' – Review of Khyber Pass

BY CAROLYN ONOFREY

Khyber Pass
34 St. Mark’s Place
East Village
212-473-0989/orderkhyberpass.com

Khyber Pass was one of those places that I had passed regularly, several times a month, but had never been to.  I finally stopped in when poking around the East Village one night, looking for a cozy nook to enjoy some warm food in.

Hummus at Khyber Pass

Hummus at Khyber Pass

Upon entering, the sweet smell of flavored Hookah tobacco filled my nose and my boyfriend and I were lead to a table at the back of the restaurant.  A corner booth, with well worn seats and an Afghani rug (with a thin sheet of glass over top of it), as the table top.  The room was dark and inviting, filled with warm hues of red, purple, and orange;  if walls could talk, I’m sure the stories of nights past would echo long after the last dish was served for the night.  The service, I quickly learned due to the fact that we were asked 3 times by 3 different people if we were ready to order yet, was in typical East Village style, disorganized and ditsy. [Read more...]