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”….. Continue reading
Forgiving Beirut 