Yalla Yalla


Hommous, baba ghanouj, tabbouleh, batata harra, souk of, sawda djej, pita, vino, and call us stuffed, because this Lebanese meal at Yalla Yalla is fantastic, y’all.

Kei, Olivier, and I break bread with my travel mate from Nepal, Sian, who continued onward to the oh-so-friendly country of Burma while I moseyed to SE Asia, and it’s a an absurd time because Olivier doesn’t know if midgets are the ones who live in the forest, or not, and Kei kindly informs him that no, no, those are elves.

Then, it’s tomorrow already, and we are drowning tales of London into a bottle of tempranillo at Vinoteca.


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