I don't think it's mere coincidence how eerily similar these logos are:
Red circle with overlaying white text, black trim with white text around the perimeter. I believe Antelias' bowling alleys at The Link predate Latest Version Diner (what kind of restaurant name is that anyway?).
The eponymous title of Lebanese artist Wael Kfoury's latest album is typed in the same font as that of the iconic movie series "The Godfather." Compare the letters 'a', 'e', 'f', 'o', and 'r'. Unmistakably identical.
They couldn't be more indistinguishable. Blogger Gino Raidy points this out here. But it looks like The Burger Bar's days are long gone--it's singular location in Sodeco closed a while ago.
I still remember my first visit to Divvy within a month of
its unveiling. The year was 2014; the season, autumn. We had just returned from
our honeymoon in Italy, and Lebanese social media was plastered with images of
the fresh, relaxed interior of Divvy. Tucked away on a side street stemming from
Armenia Street in Mar Mikhael, the restaurant promotes the concept of sharing
among guests. While no culture is perhaps more familiar with communal eating
than the Lebanese, Divvy is different in that its menu isn’t mezza.
Straddling specialties from around the world, from teriyaki beef to braised chicken
on mash, from battered brie bites with blueberry dip to Tex-Mex guac with
chips, Divvy's all about tasting a bit of this and a bit of that. The concept, which has undergone progressive fine-tuning in response
to avid customer feedback, took off like wildfire. Folks rallied around the
incredibly delicious eats Divvy dished up, even if portion division wasn’t
always so clean and clear-cut. …
I can’t get Amal Alamuddin out of my head. I know by now it’s virtually old news that she and acclaimed Hollywood personality George Clooney are engaged and planning a wedding for September. But still, their story has held me captive, and I can’t but reflect and try to piece together their brief six-month courtship. I suppose it may be natural for me to do so, because I share a bit of common ground with Amal. (Hear me out before you dismiss me as being immodest!) We are both Lebanese who spent our formative years abroad, I in the US (and a year in France), she in the UK (and at least five years in the US for grad school and early career). Amal was a star student, attending Oxford University’s St. Hugh’s College for a bachelor’s degree before matriculating to NYU Law School. At both institutes she was showered with accolades, and she even interned as a law clerk at the prestigious offices of Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor. I, too, was a scholar, a magnet for all things academia a…
If you live in Beirut, not every day feels like you’re
basking in the Paris of the Middle East — unless by Paris you mean narrow
streets whose sidewalks are sullied with dog feces. How that city passes off as
the most refined in the world escapes me. But that’s beside the point of this post. The point is that Beirut is not always a ravishing dreamland, and I
suppose its denizens are rather well acquainted with that. From the reckless
drivers who brazenly cut you off or swerve in front of you with hardly a sidelong glance, to the heavily polluting jalopies which no doubt failed (or avoided) mécanique but have yet to be pulled off
the roads, there’s no shortage of headache-inducing faux pas around these parts.
Here are my ultimate pet peeves about the Lebanese capital city.
Smoking in Public
Places We live in the second decade of the 21st century,
so isn’t it high time we jumped on the no-smoking bandwagon? I stroll through
the popular outdoor mall Beirut Souks almost daily, and I’m profou…