Breaking news: A lebanese immigrant is hungry. (the immigrant’s name is kept secret to avoid any embarras and because he doesn’t want to let his mother know that he’s a fan of what she cooks)
I am a lebanese immigrant. It’s been 8 months since I am here in Paris. Yesterday was the first time when i died for getting something called : Lebanese Food.
I hope that every lebanese reading this post is aware of the big chance he has to eat whenever he wants any lebanese food he wants.
Kebbe bel sayniyeh, , kebbit batata, kebbe nayye, kebbe 2ras, and I am sure that everyone has a different type of kebbe in his village. Shawarma, fatte, rez 3a djej, labne mtawwame, hommos awarma, taboule, fatoush..and I can count till tomorrow.
Meelak, Head of a sheep, guts, cow’s tongue…don’t believe me, I am kidding :p
Don’t forget the lebanese sweets and here i’ll only talk about the mighty “Knefeh bi jeben”
Let’s say it frankly, there’s no diversified cuisine like the lebanese one in the world. Ok i understand people saying “La cuisine française raffinée” but it’s also nice to be full after we finish our lunch.
For every lebanese reading this post, I ask you to benefit from every second where you have the choice to eat lebanese food. I know that there are a lot of lebanese restaurant’s here in Paris and in all the immigration countries but I don’t want to eat a Chawarma at 15 euros or some 4 Raqaqat (sort of cheese rolls) at 5 euros and even if i forget about money, there’s no food like the one that is house made…and better that this there’s no food better than my mom’s food.
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