5/5 Julia J. 2 years ago on Google
Let
me
tell
you
about
a
magical
place
called
Arabian
Nights
Cafe.
Here,
humble
little
chickpeas
are
transformed
into
smooth
and
creamy
hummus.
Falafel
arrive
at
your
table
crisp
on
the
outside
and
some
how
smooth
and
moist
on
the
inside,
bursting
with
the
flavor
of
herbs
and
sesame
seeds.
The
shawarma
is
comprised
of
carefully
marinated
meat,
warm
with
spices
and
alight
with
flavor.
Soft
pita,
quickly
heated
on
a
grill,
arrives
as
an
accompaniment
to
your
meal
of
wonder.
Rice,
colored
yellow
and
orange
by
the
spices
cooked
into
it,
adds
a
whole
new
layer
of
excitement.
This
was
once
a
small
restaurant
located
at
Academy
and
Jamboree,
right
near
a
dollar
tree.
Tragically,
one
day
it
was
found
to
be
closed.
The
cries
of
lament
could
be
heard
across
the
city,
or
at
least
in
my
own
kitchen.
Then
a
few
weeks
ago
a
miracle
occurred.
A
small
store
front
at
Academy
and
Flintridge
was
lit
up
with
the
cafe’s
sign.
Beckoning
weary
drivers
on
Academy,
like
an
oasis
on
the
horizon.
The
cafe
is
much
humbler
than
it
was.
Paper
plates
and
a
smaller
menu
speak
to
these
harder
times.
However,
the
food
has
not
lost
any
of
its
magic.
As
you
sit
in
the
cafe,
you
may
hear
cries
of
joy
from
desperate
seekers
of
delicious
food.
“We
found
you!”
They
rejoice
as
they
enter
the
tiny
shop,
warm
aromas
greeting
them,
bringing
memories
of
the
culinary
delights
they
have
partaken
of
in
the
past.
The
owner
greets
each
new
customer
as
an
honored
guest.
Except
we
are
the
ones
who
should
be
honored.
A
faraway
culture
has
come
to
our
fair
city
in
the
mountains.
Gifting
us
with
foods
that
have
enticed
pallets
for
as
long
as
the
sands
have
shifted
in
the
desert.
No
magic
carpet
is
needed
to
find
this
place,
just
a
willingness
to
navigate
the
confusing
parking
lot
by
the
Starbucks.
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