Few, if any of them follow me here though because, well, Livejournal is a seething den of sin and homosexuality, and also they have never heard of this place.
I got a little stir-crazy after spending most of the last two weeks holed up in the house (which was kind of my vacation plan all along, but sometimes I like to be reminded of why I don't leave the house) and I walked up to Baraka's Pita Bakery for lunch.
I ordered one of their lamb platters:
And washed it down with one of these:
Fermented Dairy Drink does not sound very appealing, but it was better than the name suggests. It is almost like a thin, lightly-salted, drinkable yoghurt -- well, it was better than the description suggest too.
One of the many things I love about this restaurant is the small-neighbourhood, family-run feel of it. Even though I got there at the tail end of the lunch rush, there was a steady stream of people coming and going, and the guys operating the counter and stove knew all of them by sight, if not necessarily by name.
1Other times I am less charitable and call them batshit wingnut Christian.