The Mustard Incident

The incident took place Friday night at 8:50 pm, Zahed was sitting next to me on the bench. The efforts from earlier in the day were showing fruition, bowls and bowls of meat were arriving to the table. Steaks, Hot Dogs, Burgers, and all forms of meat, we had every condiment ready and many of us were starving.

Zahed was sitting to my right when the burgers arrived, everything seemed normal and some of us were reaching for the buns. Each person was choosing his condiment, some were waiting for others. Zahed picked up the mustard bottle, and I was holding the ketchup bottle. Everything seemed normal but Zahed wasn’t getting any results. I turn to grab something else then a sudden burst of air and I felt something smear me. My right side was covered in Mustard and so was my dishdasha, but that was nothing in comparison to Zahed, if he jumped in a pool of mustard it wouldn’t have covered him as much. He was covered from head to toe in mustard, and we were all bursting out laughing, I still don’t know how that happened, and I don’t care. It was funny as hell, he cleaned up but we continued to enjoy the excellent food and great music. Perfect night for a bbq and a mustard explosion.

Down & Dirty in Shuweikh

At 5:50 am it looked dustier outside then it was at night, I was wide awake since I passed out early the day before. Got a call from Monichum at 6:34 am, we couldn’t ride but we wanted to do something. We were wondering what was open at the time, he ask me if I wanted to eat breakfast. Where to go was the question on my mind, he suggested somewhere in Shuweikh.

Monichum’s statement, “Its not the cleanest place but you are going to love it, just let me order and don’t make any sudden movements”

Drove over and picked up Monichum who took two showers for some reason. We headed towards Canada Dry Street since we were on the way to Cafeteria Shuweikh which is right on Canada Dry street. Their opening hours are from 5:00 am to 12:00 am everyday which is insane, they are open longer then any Starbucks.

The place is a lot cleaner then I expected, but it is close the living quarters of the street cleaners. There was the odd person here and there, but everyone who was there knew exactly what they wanted. We stood out because we were wearing jeans, and I was carrying a huge camera and snapping away. They asked me if I worked for a newspaper or a magazine, or if it was like a instant camera like a “Bolaroid”. They were very nice about all the pictures I was taking, and they told me to take a picture of the kitchen. The owner came out and told us that he won’t offer us free food for a good review and started laughing. The atmosphere is very nice, the food is really good, I loved the fatayer and zaatar. What a start to a funny morning, and then there was a few hardware places that I wanted to go to, things just kept on adding up from there.

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