all about food

Admittedly, despite of some gastro-technical discomforts in the beginning (nooo, the nights spent locked up in the bathroom were NOT due to immoderate consumption of Caipis, I swear!), Syrian food tastes just heavenly! Apparently even locals can’t get enough of it, you’re constrained to follow Knigge’s rules, cause the dining table is loaded with so much stuff, there’s no room for your ellbows! This phenomenon was once described accurately with the words “Objective is, not to see the tablecloth anymore!”, so true!

Coffee is turkish style – not bad, you just shouldn’t go until the bottom of the cup if you wanna spare yourself the creaking of coffee grounds between your teeth! No really, tastes ok, but occasionally it just has to be the real italian Espresso, which I allow myself as a weekend treat every Friday in the “Salé-Sucré” bistro. Ordering has become redundant, the waiter already knows the whishes of his favourite habituées – next he’s doubtlessly gonna ask me for marriage… Those Arabs!