Dining Turkish, Sensing Morocan

In life there is always a first time. There is always a first step. There is always a first approach, a first trial, a first look, and among all the firsts, there is a first taste. Sometimes we take things for granted; we don't just scratch the crust to discover what lies beneath and reveal the truth. We all eat Lebanese. We never thought where from does the naming or recipies of our dishes came from. Yesterday, in a dinner at a Turkish restaurant here, something rang a bell in my head. It's true that we were under the Otoman occupation for 400 consecutive years. So, it's not weird to have had acquired and developed certain Turkish behavioral acts. We eat Turkish, we drink Turkish, we smoke Turkish, and yes we dress Turkish. But thanks god we speak Arabic, and we preserved and developed, to a great extent, our Lebanese folklore, culture, and traditions.

That was just an introduction, and its not what I wanted to talk about. I say "yes" I enjoyed Turkish cuisine, maybe not because it is tasty, not because I love eggplants, not because it's something new, not at all; it's because of the company. We all agree that it's the gathering not the food that adds the taste to food. And hereby, I say the same; I am still normal and I didnt come with anything new. It's the company, it's the company, it's the company.I am never enough listening to the conversation. I am never enough enjoying my time, I am never enough feeling content when such company is present. But I am never enough also of trying different tastes, different moods, different places, and different times.Since I have spoken about times, what is more is that time has a completely different taste when it goes Morocan. Morocoo is a representation or the Orient. The east with its complicated decorations, diversified drinks and tastes, cozy atmospheres, relaxing couches, and the secret blend of tobacoo whose odour fills the place and tempts the person to stay.Again, I enjoyed the place, I enjoyed the taste, I enjoyed the mild Morocan tea, the wild decorations, the decending lanterns, the reddish walls, and the arabic oriental essence that fills the place. But what I enjoyed more, is the interrupted dialogue with the group I was with. What I am enjoying with this group is that the dialogue never becomes silly. Its always something new and interesting to talk about. When it starts to complicate, all go silent fetching for a new topic to launch. Everything is allowed to talk about. New books' releases, new music CDs, Politics, traditions, culture, habits, and it does not pass without a great deal of talking personal, and that adds the richness.I am just enjoying my time. I am trying to discover the Dubai identity, which is lost in all the international crowd. I am sure that I will find it sometimes in the future, but I am not sure where. Will it be in a building, in a place, in a garden, in a space, or maybe in a person.