At the prospect of buying a dinner ticket for one, the goodwill on hand is eye-watering. The creamy butter served to us is not only laden with flavour but has previously been soaked in very good water and crushed to a pulp, so the taste is even fresher than usual. The huge pile of steaming food always in the corner is in such a state of disorganisation it is almost indecipherable but when it is finally served, the taste of rich goo is somehow intoxicating. Yet to believe in such heavenly pastries alone, a meal would probably not be worth it.
Then we see the single plate on the counter, loaded to the rafters with the weekly veggie and chicken dinner for 50 women delivered to their door by social media influencer and restaurateur Tehreemullah.
“Why did you wait so long?” I demand to know.
“Yesterday they told me we weren’t worth it,” Ms Tehreemullah tells me with a smile. “But that’s me. I love nothing more than to serve food to the men of Afghanistan. Today I hope we can do a lot of good. I will be back again and again to make sure these women are happy.”