As we entered the premises a young Emirati man walked by with a scent that was distinctively Middle Eastern which captivated my senses. However, since we were strangers it would hardly seem appropriate for me to walk up to the man and ask him what scent he was using, right?
Oh well, rather than be perceived as a pervert I decided against approaching him. The captivating scent of spices and cinnamon, however, continued to haunt me the entire day. We walked along the China Court until Ginny and Sern found what they were looking for, in terms of replenishment and sustenance.
|Brendan was so hungry his hair turned grey!|
Ginny and Vincent ordered two mounds of fragrant Persian rice served alongside fire-grilled kebabs of beef, lamb and chicken to be shared among the four of us, while Brendan had lamb chops all to himself.
|Brendan's lamb chops|
|assortment of salads and pickles|
|excellent persian long-grained rice|
|assortment of kebabs|
|the mound of rice getting smaller|
|making short work|
|a fine lunch|
|at our new favourite cafe|
|ordering our favourite 'poison'|
|choose your poison|
|this is the life!|