MêZ Islamabad Turkish Restaurant — Restaurant in Zone 1

The restaurant is well-known in Islamabad for its signature chicken pulao, generous portions, and value for money, especially when compared to many desi-food places.

Many diners say the flavour of the pulao (rice cooked in chicken yakhni with chicken pieces + shami kebabs) is consistent and satisfying.

Good for casual groups/families: It has decent space and is located centrally (Blue Area) so accessi

Some recent reviews claim that the taste/quality has dropped compared to “what it used to be”. For example:

“So recently, about less than a year ago, Savour changed their recipe.. and I am sure they did it to save cost, and since then they've nose-dived south.. and it's absolutely tasteless..”

Hygiene/cleanliness: A few complaints of restrooms, seating areas not up to standard.

🎯 My verdict

If you’re in Islamabad and want to try a local staple, Savour Foods is a solid option for a quick, hearty desi meal—especially its chicken pulao. Just go in with expectations adjusted: it may not be fine dining, and you might face crowd/parking/hygiene issues. If you’re looking for a more upscale setting or quieter ambiance, you might prefer another spot.

🔍 Tips for visiting

Go during off-peak hours (before lunch rush, after early dinner) to avoid the rush.

If arriving by car, allow extra time for parking, or consider a ride-share/taxi.

Ask if they still have the “extra rice” option (some branches used to) if you’re very hungry.

Check your bill carefully – some customers mention extra charges (taxes, etc) being applied.

If you’re very hygiene conscious, maybe check the seating/kitchen area before fully...

Sure! Here's a short story titled “The Taste of Home”, centered around good food and warm feelings:

The Taste of Home

In a small village nestled between the green hills of northern Pakistan, lived a young boy named Zayan. He was raised by his grandmother, Amma Jaan, who was famous for her cooking. People would walk miles just to get a taste of her chicken biryani, keema paratha, or her sweet and syrupy gulab jamun.

Every Sunday, Amma Jaan would wake up before dawn and start cooking. The whole house would fill with the smell of spices — turmeric, cumin, garlic, and fresh coriander. Zayan’s favorite dish was her mutton korma, slow-cooked for hours until the meat melted in your mouth. She always served it with hot naan and a chilled glass of lassi.

Years passed, and Zayan moved to the city for studies and later got a job abroad. He tasted many kinds of food — burgers in London, sushi in Tokyo, pizzas in Rome — but nothing felt quite like Amma Jaan’s cooking.

One winter, after five long years, Zayan came back to visit his village. As he entered the house, the familiar aroma of korma welcomed him. Tears filled his eyes. He rushed to the kitchen and saw Amma Jaan standing there with her same warm smile and a spoon in her hand.

“I knew you’d come hungry,” she said.

That night, sitting on a woven mat with his family, eating with his hands, Zayan realized something important: the best food in the world isn’t always found in big restaurants or fancy cities — it’s cooked with love, shared with family, and seasoned with memories.

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From the moment we entered, the ambiance made it clear this was a premium dining experience. The elegant decor, soft lighting, and carefully orchestrated atmosphere set the stage for what promised to be a memorable evening—and hinted at the kind of bill that would make it unforgettable.

Our waiter, charming and persistent, strongly recommended the ₨5500 platter. With its dramatic smoke-filled presentation and black-gloved flourish, it certainly looked impressive. The kebabs delivered on flavour, but the rest of the platter felt surprisingly unremarkable—dishes you’d expect from a casual eatery, dressed up in fine dining attire. The theatrics, while entertaining, couldn’t quite compensate for the lack of culinary distinction.

The appetiser of hummus and bread was a pleasant surprise—fresh, flavourful, and arguably the highlight of the meal. It set expectations that, unfortunately, the main course didn’t fully meet. The service, while attentive, leaned heavily on creating an experience rather than delivering value.

At ₨7000 for two, the meal left little justification for its price tag. It was an evening of style over substance—pleasant enough but not worth the premium. My stunning date, ever the voice of reason, summed it up perfectly: “The thala outside would’ve been better.” A suggestion that, in hindsight, might have made the night both more satisfying and far...