shawarma… we didn’t know how much we missed you.
This weekend we went to the “feria de naciones”- which can basically be summed up as an “international day” in high school- on crack. It took place inside a convention center, and was full of booths devoted to products from specific countries- silks from India, crystal from the Czech Republic, sunglasses from Italy (all presented tax-free). They also had a food section, and our attention was immediately drawn to the smell of roasting lomo (beef) that was dedicated to making shawarma sandwiches.
Only after inhaling our sandwiches in about 1 minute (actually, that was only Cam) we realized that we have been craving Arabic food sooo much… and we’ll really need to get out and find some restaurants. Our mouths are watering just thinking of Hoda restaurants in Portland (I wonder if they can ship…)
We also bought some throws for our beds, a teakettle, and a few other things at the feria, So all-in-all, it was definitely worth stopping by.
jenga really is the best game on earth….
We have fallen into a rut. A decidedly delicious and very fun rut, but a rut nonetheless— we are now obessed with taking new people we meet to our jenga restaurant-bar. In a city of thousands of amazing restaurants, we have been to our little hole-in-the-wall 3 times in less than a month. And, sadly, we do not know the name or the cross streets to locate our little gem- we have to get dropped off 1-2 blocks away and walk. (Whether this is to prevent potential stalkers who want to know where the place is from figuring it out, or because, once we get to the corner and see the restaurant we break into a run out of sheer excitment, we are not sure)- however, ANYONE that comes to BA needs to go here, and we will be happy to take them (because we for sure can’t tell them where its at).
Obviously, we went again this weekend, and we closed the bar. The waitresses have also begun to recognize us.
**Editors note: Emma also wants to clarify that we use this bar as a venue to test/judge new friends by their jenga playing skills. The good news is that if you are good: we like the creativeness… and if you are bad: we like to win. Pretty much there is no way we wont like you based on jenga… unless you have a bad attitude or don’t take your losers shot… (Cameron… I’ll let it slide this once, but next time I’m gunna be more hard core no matter how much you have had to drink!)
