My last name is Haddad. But if you met me on the street you would be starring at a broad , Irish ginger.
One may wonder how such a white boy got such a Middle Eastern last name.
My o’le man, of Italian and English decent was adopted by my Italian Grandma and Lebanese Grandfather. I get my Irish features from my mother.
While being raised on homestyle Italian “mama cooking”, my dad still loved his grape leaves stuffed with rice and meat, and tabbouleh (parsley salad)on pita bread.
Picky eater that I was, I never touched the stuff until just this year. I think tabbouleh is delicious but Don’t care for the grape leaves.
Now it’s time to try so more of the popular cruisine by heading to the local middle Eastern fest at St. Elais Church.
Omg so many people. I never would have thought this place would be so packed on a Thursday Night
30 Minutes to place my order. 20 Minutes to get the food. I just grabbed and assortment from the vast menu.
Toom – the little white cup filled with creamy garlic paste that I would later spread on pita and fill with the equally delicious Tabbouleh
Spinach Fateyer – the bread filled with spinach reminded me of a spanakopita pie just way lighter
Wild cucumber pickles – so salty and tangy. Amazing
Swarma – a pork filled gyro. Satisfing to any beginner.
Hashweh – rice with beef and spices. Yummy.
It was a great visit. I would have tried more but Liam was getting rowdy. I gotta hand it to him for waiting that long without a melt down.
I want to check out more of the local Middle Eastern Restaurants.