Last night my sweet boyfriend suggested we go pick up some Arabic food and have our own
little iftar at home. So off we went. At the restaurant, Simon asked the manager “What’s good here? What do you recommend?”, to which he replied “I am Egyptian. I eat Egyptian food.” Simon and I accepted that statement. It wasn’t till later that Simon pointed out how weird it was for the manager to tell his customers that he doesn’t eat his own restaurant’s food, and for us to totally accept it.
Oh, and when we ordered hummus, the manager said “Ok. If we have any.”
IF? It’s HUMMUS.