Afghan Flavours Reading

You're walking down Oxford Road towards the town centre when the smell of cardamom and coriander pulls you in. Afghan Flavours does that thing where the menu reads like poetry—qabuli palaw, seekh kebab, properly cooked dhal—but the real magic happens when it arrives. The room buzzes with regulars who know exactly what they want, families tucking into mountains of rice, couples sharing platters. It's straightforward stuff done seriously: tender meat that's been marinated properly, rice that's fluffy not gluey, breads that actually taste of something. Not fancy, not trying to be—just honest Afghan food that makes you wonder why you don't come here more often.