Nahot Kamol in Samarkand isn't just a restaurant, it's a pilgrimage. It's a culinary cornerstone of my Tashkent-Bukhara journeys, a beacon of nohat and lamb chop nirvana. I've been bypassing every other roadside eatery for two decades – that's some serious dedication, folks. I'd rather wait four hours for this nohat than suffer the culinary wasteland of any other stop. Seriously, I could be ravenous, stomach growling like a disgruntled bear, but I'll hold out. Nahot Kamol is worth the wait. It's the same deliciousness every time: the succulent lamb chops, the perfectly spiced nohat, the fresh tomatoes, the aromatic tea, that glorious wild anzur onion, and the divine Samarqand bread. I'm talking 3 a.m., stuffed to the gills, and I still pull over. It's an addiction, a beautiful, delicious addiction. Don't judge me. Just try it. You'll understand.
Olim Jon
Level 8 Local Expert
August 17, 2024
they charged more money than we eat! they added no eates salads