Captain Oblivious Goes To Uygur: Mk II!

Today my parents and I went to an awesome restaurant just off Liverpool St called Apandim Uighur. It was a family friend's birthday again, Slav, who knows the owner. His family's Uzbeki, which is ethnically and culturally close to Uygur (well, overlapping, technically - Eurasia! It's complicated! I need a Venn diagram the size of Tasmania, I swear. And it really doesn't help that the word Caucasian has somehow been coopted to mean "pale of skin" instead of "from the Caucasus region" at some point since Brecht's time), so they go there for a taste of the Old Country, as it were. It's a new and slightly fancier version of the one we went to last time Slav had a birthday (run by the same people). (Incidentally his wife Ita is now incredibly pregnant - and still at work despite being pretty much ready to pop! Not twins though :P)

The restaurant is ( pseudoreviewed behind a cut )

Anyway, now I think I'm going to get sucked in by Wikipedia-hopping until I collapse from exhaustion, omg. Where is my Venn diagraaaaam?