The sea road and return to the loving arms of Scarlet O'Hara...NO not her... ABOU KOKO!!
Well troops it has come!
They have lifted the ban on the Blog at the university.
Apparently some smart alleck thought I was writing porn.
I know my writing is good but ORGASMIC?
No even with my ego I know I'm not that good...unless it's in person. Well not even then probably.
Yeah so continuing on... I have been out on the bike.
I have ridden north and returned to the loving arms of Abou Koko with a blood sugar of 48.
Yes they thought it was a bit strange that your beloved blog author was walking along the street "hafle" and that they had to break a $100 to make change for my 10 kebab sandwich order.
I had parked the bike on the other side and proceeded to try to defy death and cross the road back from Tripoli into the Beirut port.
Big mistake nobody was stopping their cars for me.
Especially with me wearing what is in essence a wetsuit and looking like a sunglassed space alien.
The best bet at the time seemed to be unlocking the bike wheel and climbing up on the walkway that passes over the sukleen section of the street that lies right near the infamous mechanic where once I was stuck in a cab for 2 hours waiting as the lads of Lebanon decided to mourn one of their old presidents. But that is for another blog concerning the mourning process in Lebanon.
Right now we are dealing with Hypoglycemia and Abou Koko. It was after traversing over the footbridge to the other side of the street where the cabs and cars are whizzing off to Tripoli that I discovered them… BonIbon.
They are m&m's but they aren't m&m's they come in a little pill case that makes it feel so much like popping vicadin you can get addicted to the rattling sound the little candies make as they head for their last stop... your tummy!
Now Abou Koko is the spot that will live on in a place of honor among blogs of Beirut.
It is the best kebab joint in the ENTIRE COUNTRY!
Yes, Abou Koko is an Armenian mafia business.
They have one little shovel of charcoal over which… the best kebab in Lebanon is made and formed into an infarction waiting to happen!
And yes there is a fan near the coals much to the disbelief of every other individual in Lebanon who I’ve seen barbeque…
ELECTRIC FAN’S WORK FOR BARBQUES!
It works its wonders by keeping the coal hot and ash free reducing the burns caused by flare-ups because the oil fire burns out sideways instead of up on the meat and results in… well just the most fantabulous Kebab’s around.
It is that and the amazingly cheap price!
I mean Damn!
1 sandwich for 1500L a young man could really loose his amazing figure eating that much bread and meat a day!
Yes I have fallen for a sandwich here in Lebanon… Well of course that doesn’t include my stomach’s other mistress menaeesh!
What you don’t like that my tummy is a polygamist? Neither do I the rotten ungrateful thing never settles for long so I hope he at least hangs out for a while!
Now for a couple Abou Koko complaints… Yeah you knew it was coming… Well the sandwiches would be PERFECT IF… they just backed off on the whole onion parsley silliness the stuff leaves you with twigs sticking out of your teeth, and the whole having a solitary bone sliver ruined what coulda been a perfect date with a sandwich and my stomach.
*sorry this is a stacked post but… There are examinations to study for.
They have lifted the ban on the Blog at the university.
Apparently some smart alleck thought I was writing porn.
I know my writing is good but ORGASMIC?
No even with my ego I know I'm not that good...unless it's in person. Well not even then probably.
Yeah so continuing on... I have been out on the bike.
I have ridden north and returned to the loving arms of Abou Koko with a blood sugar of 48.
Yes they thought it was a bit strange that your beloved blog author was walking along the street "hafle" and that they had to break a $100 to make change for my 10 kebab sandwich order.
I had parked the bike on the other side and proceeded to try to defy death and cross the road back from Tripoli into the Beirut port.
Big mistake nobody was stopping their cars for me.
Especially with me wearing what is in essence a wetsuit and looking like a sunglassed space alien.
The best bet at the time seemed to be unlocking the bike wheel and climbing up on the walkway that passes over the sukleen section of the street that lies right near the infamous mechanic where once I was stuck in a cab for 2 hours waiting as the lads of Lebanon decided to mourn one of their old presidents. But that is for another blog concerning the mourning process in Lebanon.
Right now we are dealing with Hypoglycemia and Abou Koko. It was after traversing over the footbridge to the other side of the street where the cabs and cars are whizzing off to Tripoli that I discovered them… BonIbon.
They are m&m's but they aren't m&m's they come in a little pill case that makes it feel so much like popping vicadin you can get addicted to the rattling sound the little candies make as they head for their last stop... your tummy!
Now Abou Koko is the spot that will live on in a place of honor among blogs of Beirut.
It is the best kebab joint in the ENTIRE COUNTRY!
Yes, Abou Koko is an Armenian mafia business.
They have one little shovel of charcoal over which… the best kebab in Lebanon is made and formed into an infarction waiting to happen!
And yes there is a fan near the coals much to the disbelief of every other individual in Lebanon who I’ve seen barbeque…
ELECTRIC FAN’S WORK FOR BARBQUES!
It works its wonders by keeping the coal hot and ash free reducing the burns caused by flare-ups because the oil fire burns out sideways instead of up on the meat and results in… well just the most fantabulous Kebab’s around.
It is that and the amazingly cheap price!
I mean Damn!
1 sandwich for 1500L a young man could really loose his amazing figure eating that much bread and meat a day!
Yes I have fallen for a sandwich here in Lebanon… Well of course that doesn’t include my stomach’s other mistress menaeesh!
What you don’t like that my tummy is a polygamist? Neither do I the rotten ungrateful thing never settles for long so I hope he at least hangs out for a while!
Now for a couple Abou Koko complaints… Yeah you knew it was coming… Well the sandwiches would be PERFECT IF… they just backed off on the whole onion parsley silliness the stuff leaves you with twigs sticking out of your teeth, and the whole having a solitary bone sliver ruined what coulda been a perfect date with a sandwich and my stomach.
*sorry this is a stacked post but… There are examinations to study for.
posted by otterinaround at 10:51 AM
1 Comments:
hi
i am a fan of Abou Koko
but there is one mistake in your writing, the kebab place your are talking about is not abou koko, i mean with the fan on the coal, that is another kebab place, abou koko is the clean place the big one where the meat is TAZA meaning fresh.
thank you
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