After all the intense sightseeing we were doing in Samarkand, a good meal was in order. It's possible to get an American meal even in Uzbekistan. Crazy.
But why would we go there when we could go to a restaurant with this lovely statue of a girl in shorts and a tank top greeting us? (I wonder what Muslims, who comprise about 93% of the population of the country, think of her choice in clothes?)
The inside was quite a bit more traditional than the statue led us to believe:
I love the way the bread in this part of the world looks--so much more complex in design. Note the pinhole pattern in the center. However, I wouldn't rank it among the best breads in the world. When it was hot, it was good, but when it was cool, it tended to be dry and a little flavorless.
