I've returned to Beirut, where the moist Mediteranean air has made me nostalgic
for memories I don't even have. And the food: I think just breathing the
air is making me fat - surely I'm gaining 5 kilos a day. I'll need an
extra plane ticket for the return. It truly is the
Paris of the middle east.
Recommended: Le Chef, Gymnasie at the bottom of the big stairway. "Food of your grandmother" according to the man who is host, waiter, prep-cook, and entertainer. Anyway, not my grandmother.