Discovering Erbil: A Culinary Journey at Habib Restaurant

Erbil didn’t introduce itself through monuments that afternoon, but through a plate of roasted chicken, Kurdish rice dotted with raisins, and the quiet confidence of a friend who said, “Let’s eat at Habib.” In Iskan’s lunchtime bustle, we carried our plates through a maze of tables, found a corner, and discovered a truth: sometimes a city reveals itself most honestly at the dining table.