You’ll find Souk nestled at the end of Bligh Place, down one of those laneways we so love to talk about. It’s the sort of place where the wait staff definitely have more Instagram followers than you but also aren’t shy about singing along to every Sadé tune on the playlist.
The decor is all very Arabian Nights-meets-Palm-Springs via a low dose of acid, with confections of neon and lights made from taxi signs and cheerfully daggy puns on the walls – “Don’t keep me Kuwaiting” is a particular highlight.
- 13 Bligh Place, city
- 8597 5444
The food is as clever as it is rib-sticking, and pay attention to the recommendations about what goes with what. We had Kuwaiti fried chicken, moreish and laden with seductive spices, perfectly balanced alongside the fattoush salad, which combined tomatoes, radishes, pomegranates and shallots to refreshing effect. A plate of tiny Turkish dumplings drew us back again and again, as did the meaty baked eggplant, attentively accompanied by ezme and green tahini.
By the time dessert arrived – a ganache of whipped Turkish coffee and Nutella, perky and rich – we were almost too stuffed to cast covetous glances at the rest of the menu. Almost. That’s Souk in a nutshell, sexy enough to make you feel glamorous even as you stagger out, replete.
The Kuwaiti fried chicken is a bucket of addictive, bite-sized goodness.