Eating our way through Lebanon #218
The Muffin Man and I spent a week in Lebanon visiting my sister and her husband (who were there to see his family), en route to Australia for a summer holiday.
Most of our time was spent eating, digesting, partying, sleeping and eating a bit more.
After a late night out, somehow we managed to get up early and found ourselves at Manara Palace, a restaurant on the coast road in central Beirut. After downing a couple of cups of strong Arabic coffee, we had the courage to face a buttery-honey-yoghurt mixture, beans and olive oil, man'ouche stuffed with all sorts of delicious things. And pickles. And arghilas (hookahs). At breakfast. All with the ocean at our feet.
There were even a couple of guys fishing, sitting on various posts set up for that purpose and snorkelling. It took all my will not to wade out and join them.
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