Eat Mental

There you go...entering a restaurant your friends second cousins geek best friend recommended... You enter into a dingy lounge which makes your eyes burn, waiters who cant move their fat asses fast enough and a manager whose maximum communication skills are restricted to a polite nod. 
The waiter comes up and asks you what your order is as if hes the one that's gonna pay, and well the overpriced food practically sucks. Yet many people try it cause of the weird name...yes, that happens sometimes.
And there are times when you go with your family, you make up your mind not to have the chicken qorma you always have when you go there and order a steak as rebellion... your army-disciplined type dad eyes you and waits for the perfect moment to pounce... you cant finish the steak cause its too chewy or plain sucks, you look up and boom. There's good ol dad embarrassing you in front of the whole family and resting your rebellious acts once and for all.
These things happened to us, now we are willing to sacrifice our own selves for your sake. We experiment all the food we can, where ever we go... we rebel against our dads and our pockets and we squeeze the juice out of it to give you the low-down....it could be a warning too 
Ofcourse we cant review all the food of Pakistan, we have lives too you know  -_-  But this all about the funny stuff what happens where we do go, and how the food is there. Starting from whats nearest to our house, we journey, consuming one dish, and a pride at a time.Even if you hate us... its okay, seriously. We like to ridicule whats not good. and praise whats awesome...its not our fault we care more about food then politics (and scratch that...we are by NO means fat...we are actually quite skinny)