Beirut you’re mine

Life has been pretty much Times New Roman lately; plain and boring, except for that godsend pair of 32Ds which kept me alive for the past 2 months.
I go by my day trying not to die from garbage cancer, road accidents and phone bills, while at night I crawl to Mar Mikhael looking for answers at the bottom of a Jack Daniels bottle.
Answers to some questions which have been swirling around my head for the past 3 decades: “When is all this shit gonna end? Is Beirut ever gonna change? And most importantly who’s that gorgeous woman at the bar ?”

Come Back to Beirut

Look. We’re all clever & well cultivated adults with strong built-in bullshit detecting systems, so there is no need to trick you with my eloquent writing to convince you with anything. Hence, I’ll be blunt on this one.
The Lebanese Ministry of Tourism tag teamed with an advertising agency (Impact BBDO), created this ad “what’s greater than Lebanon” and viraled it on different media outlets to promote Lebanon’s summer season, hoping to convince all the expats and tourists to come over here. Impact BBDO named it “Don’t go to Lebanon” and pulled a reverse psychological bunny out of its hat in an effort to make you bite this Forbidden Fruit.

The video opens to the background tune of a Fairuz song and showcases the weather, nightlife, cuisine and whatever beautiful locations left in Lebanon then throws in the word “democracy” in the script which raises your eye brow in a bitch-r-u-serious?! kinda way

How to lose weight in Beirut: 4 Diet Tips for a Healthier You

The Lebanese cuisine hosts a plethora of healthy dishes and food ingredients, yet we always choose to go for the junky stuff. Personally, my choice of food in Beirut is worse than my choice of women. I always pick the hot unhealthy and quickie stuff which drains my pocket and leaves me feeling like shit. Unfortunately im a guy who loves women. I mean food. I love food. And I love it during the wrong time of the day. Everybody has this one glorious drunken night from time to time, right? Not me. I have it every night. Between the alcoholic bottles of Hamra, Gemmayze, Mar Mikhael and BO18 my high level of dehydration screams for food at the end of the night. So just like any decent gentleman, I stagger my way into Zaatar w Zeit at 3 am, kick the door wide open like i’m the head of the police holding a warrant for those manakish and scream “Honey im hoooome”…..