Maybe I was spoiled in Morocco. Maybe I haven't assumed the right mindset. Maybe I just love wings, burgers, and hotdogs too much. Whatever it is, I haven't yet come to truly enjoy Egyptian food. At this point, eating remains a pure necessity more than anything else. Sure, I enjoy the the 1 pound tamiyyahs as much as the next guy, and ful sandwiches with egg are pretty legit (and also a pound). But every time dinner time rolls around, I find myself flipping through my guide book looking for whatever sounds un-Egyptian. I guess I'm all humus'd out.
With that being said, the nice thing about being in a big city is the plethora of options available. Last night, a few of us ventured into Zamalek to a place called Mezzaluna, largely the result of my hankering for some Italian food. (Pizzelles also sound great right now. Alas, we always crave what we don't have). The whole restaurant looked like an ad for Pier 1, enhanced by the great (and prompt) service. Nice change of pace from other establishments. I threw down a plate of mushroom-chicken pasta like it was my day job and washed it all down with two glasses of fresh-squeezed mango juice. My stomach did hurt after the meal, but it hurt so good. I had almost forgotten what it meant to over-eat.
Dinner time tonight. Where else would we go than a Thai restaurant in the heart of a Cairo suburb? I'm not usually a big fan of Thai food, but this place was excellent. I managed to down a plate of sweet and spicy chicken and noodles. The Thai iced tea wasn't the best, but I can't complain too much. Any meal in which I don't have to do work in the next half hour is a-okay in my book. Plus, this sign was posted behind our table. So health conscious.
I'm sure one day I'll conquer Egyptian cuisine. One ful sandwich at a time--and maybe with the help of some Ranch dressing. . .
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