We passed a billboard in Beirut today, advertising Lina’s, which is a lunchroom in town.
Me: "Hmm, I wonder what kind of food they serve. Shall we go there one time?”
Son: “Oh, it’s not that special.”
Me: “What do you mean? How do you know?”
Son: “I ate there once.”
Me: “With whom?”
Son: “Some friends.”
After a while, me again.
Me: “ How about I take you out to Roadsters.”
Son: “Nah, already ate there.”
Me: “ Oh.”
No anti-wrinkle cream is going to get me out of this temporary dip.
The Corniche on Sunday.
Fishermen near the AUB (American University Beirut) beach. East Beirut + mountains in the background.