[Egypt, alexandra. Mohammed Ahmed restaurant, 17 Sharia Shakor Pasha]
My tongue absolutely loved this spread, and i enjoyed every moment in that simple unassuming restaurant. You know it’s a cult name on the where-to-eat circuit because the staff speak english, do smile, and look like they expect you– foreign traveler peeking tentatively at its threshold. But it was also a properly local place. Families. Conversations low and loud. The staff swooshing by with silver platters. Easy laughter.
Taste really is a funny thing. It’s the only sense you can properly imbibe, and once consumed, it is gone. But in its wake are all the other senses experienced along the way. I felt like i was properly in their world as i sat amongst the noise, digging in.