Myself and my cousin Liz decided to go to a Lebanese restaurant I saw the other day while walking down Middle Abbey Street. I was looking forward to stepping back to the reality that I've left behind in AD.
It's called 'Fayrouz'. At face value this seemed authentic enough for me...
...*sigh* the innocence of an empty stomach!
'Fayrouz' was an Arabic restaurant alright; An Arabic restaurant with Indian waiters, Chinese cooks, a television mutely showing a British soap opera, 80's Euro-pop not-so-quietly playing in the background and a menu which advertised 'nam' bread.
Yes. It was an experience.
In their defence though, the falafels were good.