Jan 9, 2008

Qasr un Nakhail.

Maybe it was the winter, maybe it was the small but vegetable-filled bowl of soup as the appetizer (which proved to serve an ironic purpose) or maybe it was just nerves but the shashlik looked like this even after I was done with it. The shawarma, the handi ... didn't want to eat any of it.

Or maybe it was the fact that Arabian food just doesn't taste as good unless the environment (and by environment I mean geographical boundaries) is as authentic as name of the dish itself.

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