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Sister Act: Afghan refugee siblings to prepare pop-up dinner at Kitchen

Charlottesville chef Gabe Garcia sits at a table in the dimly lit dining room of Kitchen Catering & Events, which he co-owns and operates with his wife, Morgan, also a chef. It’s early evening, cold and drizzly outside, but the air inside is warm and redolent with the smell of a simmering savory soup.

Garcia, 42, explains that Kitchen will host a pop-up dinner on February 26 for Taste of Home, a non-profit started in early 2018 by then-UVA student Mayan Braude. It will be the organization’s third event showcasing home cooking by refugee chefs, who receive all proceeds. Garcia, who moved to the United States from Mexico about 20 years ago, and his wife kicked in use of their dining room and kitchen for free.

“As an immigrant myself, and in the current political climate, I thought it was the right thing to do,” he says.

As if on cue, Jamileh Amiri, 34, and Khadijah Hemmati, 33—sisters and Afghan refugees—step through the front door.

“Smells good in here,” Amiri says cheerfully.

“Feels good, too,” Hemmati says, shrugging off the cold.

Garcia greets the women with handshakes, and they all take seats at the table.

Though they offer few details of their lives in the Middle East, it is safe to say that Amiri and Hemmati undertook remarkable journeys to arrive where they are today. “We left home because we were in danger,” Amiri says. “Afghanistan is a very dangerous place, especially for women. That is why we decided to leave our country—to find a peaceful place for growing our family.”

Hemmati lives in a townhouse in Albemarle County with her five children, a third sister, and their mother. Amiri shares an apartment with her three children and husband. Those simple facts belie the epic story of Amiri and Hemmati’s 14-year separation and subsequent reunion in Charlottesville.

Hemmati was born in Afghanistan in 1984, after which her parents moved to Iran, where Amiri was born, in 1985. Hemmati married when she was 18 and returned with her husband to Afghanistan, within months of the post-9/11 U.S. invasion there. Amiri and her family made plans to immigrate to the United States. After three years, and by then with three children in tow, she succeeded, arriving in the U.S.—Rochester, New York, to be precise—in the fall of 2013.

“It was so cold,” says Amiri, hugging herself as if she could feel the frigid air.

Luckily, she connected through social media with a friend who’d previously immigrated to Charlottesville. “She told me, ‘It’s a small town, it’s nice, and it’s warm,’” Amiri recalls. She moved here immediately, living briefly with her friend before finding subsidized housing. Meanwhile, Hemmati was also trying to escape the conflict-stricken Middle East. For five years in a row beginning in 2011, she applied to immigrate via the U.S. State Department’s Diversity Immigrant Visa Program, commonly called the visa lottery. “Finally, we were winners!” says Hemmati.

In November 2016, the sisters were together once again.

Avid cooks accustomed to preparing food for large family gatherings, Amiri and Hemmati both landed jobs at UVA dining facilities, cooking three meals a day for about 2,000 people. In the spring of 2018, a volunteer with the International Rescue Committee introduced the women to the founders of the Taste of Home program, which had already held its first pop-up at The Southern Crescent, in Belmont.

Taste of Home tapped Amiri and Hemmati for Pop-Up #2, also at Southern Crescent. About 50 diners paid $25 apiece to attend the event, enabling the cooks to pay to study at Piedmont Virginia Community College, among other things. “Jamileh and Khadijah were so lovely to work with that we decided to do another dinner with them,” says Nima Said, 21, a senior studying foreign affairs at UVA and co-director of Taste of Home.

For Pop-Up #3, Garcia says he hopes to fill Kitchen’s 2,500-square-foot dining room, which seats up to 80 people.

“This is something we can definitely handle,” Hemmati says, shooting a glance at her sister and smiling.

Diners can expect chicken kabobs with saffron-infused rice; qabuli pulao, a rice-based dish with carrots and raisins; falafel; dolma, the Afghani version of the Greek dolmades; and for dessert, baklava and fereni, a pudding subtly flavored with honey and rose water.

There’s a lull in the conversation at the table. Hemmati raises her head and sniffs. “The spices smell familiar,” she says.

“Black bean and squash soup for tomorrow’s lunch,” Garcia says.

“Maybe we will come,” Amiri says. “This is a good place.”

Hungry yet?

Taste of Home Pop-Up #3 takes place at 7pm on Tuesday, February 26. Tickets ($20 each) are available through taste-of-home.org.

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Cornering the market: A Hoos who of late-night student haunts

By Ben Hitchcock and Gracie Kreth

It’s 1:44am on a Friday. All is quiet, but in a few minutes, everything will change when popular student watering holes Trinity, Boylan Heights, Coupes’ and other Corner bars flip on the lights, signaling the end of night. But just because the drinks have stopped flowing, that doesn’t mean a Wahoo’s night is over. Every weekend during the school year, as Charlottesville sleeps, hungry students descend on the Corner’s robust array of late-night eateries. Here are five of the most popular after-last-call snack destinations for UVA students.—Ben Hitchcock and Gracie Kreth

1. Sheetz

Yes, Sheetz. The gas station chain opened a location on University Avenue this past year, bringing all the glamour of a highway rest stop to the university’s venerable Corner. Sheetz’s hot dogs, mozzarella sticks and made-to-order sandwiches are some of the cheapest eats on the Corner—previously frozen or not, the inexpensive food is popular among students, especially after six vodka cranberries. Sheetz has computerized kiosks for orders, which are great for avoiding human contact when you’re slurring your words.

2. The White Spot

The White Spot is one of the Corner’s oldest businesses, but the greasy spoon is not immune to late-night boozy disarray. After a certain hour, it’s not uncommon to see a hungry student hop behind the counter and flip burgers to his heart’s content.

Many of the White Spot’s menu items toe the line between inventive and hitting the spot after a few (or several) white Russians. The go-to soak-up-the-booze menu items: the Gus burger, a hamburger topped with a fried egg, and the Grillswith, two grilled Krispy Kreme donuts covered with ice cream.

3. Marco & Luca

When potential clients have many choices and severely impaired decision-making skills, location becomes crucial. Fortunately, Marco & Luca is located just across the street from Coupe’s—as students stagger up the stairs from the bar, the first place that meets their eye is the dumpling shop.

Marco & Luca keeps its menu simple—perfect for college students fumbling to pull crumpled bills from their wallets—and recently expanded its menu from five items to a whopping seven. Tough luck, vegans, this is a pork-dumpling-only kind of place.

While the food is tasty, the best part of an evening at Marco & Luca is watching drunk people try to use chopsticks.

4. Christian’s Pizza

Christian’s Pizza on the Downtown Mall is a wholesome staple of life in Charlottesville, while late-night Christian’s on the Corner is loud and lively, a hub of oily, pepperoni-scented chaos.

Sharing a wall with popular bar Boylan Heights, Christian’s is dependably crowded, especially just after last call. The line snakes around the interior of the store, and wobbly students laugh and argue as they size up the offerings.

The staff serves pizza every night with stone-faced disinterest—there’s no level of drunken shenanigans they haven’t seen before. Slices have been flung, and Parmesan cheese has reached places where Parmesan cheese should never go.

5. Littlejohn’s

Littlejohn’s used to corner the late-night market for its 24-hour service, but the addition of Sheetz last year caused it to share its crown. No matter, not much has changed at this sandwich-slinging refuge, where it’s not uncommon to see students catching a few seconds of shut-eye while they wait for their companions to finish the last bites of their Reubens or Chipotle chicken sandwiches. There’s something calming about knowing no matter what went down that night, Littlejohn’s remains a beacon of light, a place of respite where the scent of deli meat lingers in the air.

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Food writer’s return visit results in three days of grazing across town

I had 72 hours to take in everything Charlottesville had to offer culinarily. I was screwed.

More than 450 restaurants can be found on C-VILLE Weekly’s restaurant listings, and many others are unlisted, which puts this hamlet in the top-15 most eatery-dense in the nation. Even armed with more than five years’ experience as a local food writer (including for C-VILLE Weekly), my task was monumental. I hadn’t eaten a meal here in almost three years since moving out of town; a lot had changed. The strategy for my long weekend back? Old favorites for breakfast and lunch, new spots for dinner, and a mix for snacks, coffee fuel-ups and booze binges.

Day 1

There’s only one breakfast joint for your first meal in C’ville: Bodo’s. But there are two orders. One: bacon, lettuce, tomato and jalapeño lime cream cheese on everything. The sweet/spicy cheese transforms the traditional BLT, and I’m not the only person who thinks so—it’s a favorite order for a lot of local food folks. Two: olive cream cheese, watercress and sprouts on everything. This used to be my go-to weekday order, with whole wheat everything subbed in to make me feel better. But if you have only two bagels before returning to a Bodo’s-free existence, you go for it.

After a walk across UVA Grounds, the family and I were hungry enough to eat, but not ready for lunch. Maybe a healthy snack to refuel? Nah, White Spot for a grillswith. The kids were happy with donuts caramelized on the flat top, but in my opinion the ice cream actually cuts the sweetness.

There’s no better way to follow a plate of refined sugar and flour than with burgers. We skipped the Gus and wheeled over to Riverside. For me? Double cheeseburger with everything, basket of fries (seasoned salt to taste tableside), nap.

Our first newish spot was Kardinal Hall for dinner. Friends said it was kid-friendly with games and space. They nailed it. The food and beer was solid as well—asparagus salad, kasekrainer and hot Italian sausages, garlic fries and a pretzel, washed down with a Basic City/Beer Run Waxing Parrotic IPA. This would launch a three-day love affair with Waynesboro brewery Basic City.

Day 2

To avoid weekend crowds, we headed to Bluegrass Grill & Bakery for a Friday breakfast. The Hungry Norman—blackberry jam, goat cheese, sausage links and eggs on English muffin—delivered as always, and we couldn’t skip a side of Bluegrass’ incomparable corned beef hash. We grabbed to-go pimento cheese on the way out in case we got hungry.

Then it was off to Blue Mountain Brewery on a beautiful, if windy, day for lunch. We shared a cheese plate, highlighted by the cranberry goat cheese, and nachos with Nitro Chili, and sipped summery brews (Kölsch 151 and Rockfish Wheat) despite the calendar. Blue Mountain has upped its outdoor game since I’d last been, with new hardscaping and more room to move. The kids ran their sillies out while we capped the meal with a Sour Geist.

Sugar had been established as snack food, and that brought us to Splendora’s Gelato Cafe once back in town. A luxurious, creamy offering with Caromont Farm’s Esmontonian goat cheese and chocolate flakes highlighted the visit.

We needed a no-fuss dinner after a long day, and takeout pizzas from Lampo seemed an ideal fit. But the place was packed and didn’t offer take-away. Up the road, Junction accommodated. While waiting for enchiladas, pork belly, Mexican street corn, chips and guac, hanger steak and quesadillas, I grabbed Three Notch’d Brewery’s blackberry gose from Belmont Market across the way. The salty/sour brew drank like margaritas from a can as we dug into smoked pork with mango-chipotle glaze and a classic pairing of beef and chimichurri.

Day 3

With a final day to graze, I got in line at MarieBette Café & Bakery. That meant canelés and espresso beverages while waiting for a table, followed by a croque madame and Afternoon Jørgensen, yogurt, granola, eggs and bacon. Euro-style bliss.

We braved the cold for a City Market stroll mid-morning, grabbing a Mountain Culture ginger kombucha and C-ville Candy Company chocolates. While the crew rested, I zipped up 29 for an overstuffed chicken cemita from Al Carbon—less overstuffed than I recalled but still one of the best sandwiches in town.

Our final official stop was Brasserie Saison, which offered the security of a reservation and peace of mind of a high chair. With saisons and milks in hand, we shared mussels, steak frites, a burger and the country pâté.

A gluttonous 72 hours for sure—we also had time for coffee at Mudhouse and Snowing in Space, nights out at Beer Run and Common House, smearing that Bluegrass pimento cheese on a MarieBette baguette and an Ol’ Dirty Biscuit at Ace Biscuit & Barbecue on the way out of town—but it was worth every calorie.

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