Four-and-a-half years in England makes you a real wussie as heat is concerned and the first day over 30°C (86°F) found me seeking shaded paths and imposing a very slow pace on myself…13 miles took two hours. However, 20 minutes of that was set aside for a kebab stop at the newest Near Asian restaurant in town, the Newroz on Manchester Road. The guys there were friendly enough although the group of customers huddled in conversation nearby got up and re-convened out in the shade upon my entrance (I am going to assume it had more to do with my foul body odour than with my Western genes, but it could really have gone either way).
The food was spectacular, though. The meat was a bit dull in flavour but not greasy and it had the particular taste that something made mostly from lamb should have. The sauce was a bit on the sweet side but the veg was crisp and almost electric in flavour, and the homemade pita was the best I have had in years–thick, yeast rich, and fresh.
Oh, the name seems related to a Kurdish festival celebrating yet another in the long line of victories over tyranny (to make way, it seems, for the next tyrant).