The space is clean and simple with a stainless steel buffet table cleaned and closed for the day, and a lone waiter asking us to order at the counter before giving in – apparently as we’re the only guests – and waiting over. our table. A smoke detector beeps every few seconds before finally erupting into screeches that prompt him to open the front door, spreading the noise down the rain-soaked central avenue, already splashing the headlight windows. mobiles and neon signs.
Madina Sweets is the new kid on a dense block of restaurants in Central, where Vietnamese, Afghan, Yemeni and Caribbean outposts are sandwiched between halal markets, barber shops and barber shops, one with a very clear No Kids, No Strollers sign on its door. It might be an exaggeration to call Madina Sweets âMediterranean,â as it does on the website, or The House of Refined Taste, depending on the menu’s subtitle, or even its full name, a chain made up of âPakistanis, Indian, Bangladeshi and Middle Eastern “which suggests covered bets and a menu that’s bigger than you will actually find.