Smoking Bun: The Savior Burger in Mar Mikhael
They say the best things in life hit you when you least expect them, and that the best plan is no plan at all. It’s called serendipity. We experienced it last night in the form of a burger. But first let’s rewind. We had booked a casual dinner at Moules et Frites, a small eatery in Sofil that boasts almost exclusively Belgian mussels and fries. One DailyStar reporter had fawned over it , and I’d been hearing warm praise from other sources about just how delicious it was. So at 7.30pm, we found ourselves inside the joint, which more precisely resembles a café than it does a restaurant. While the service was friendly and inviting, the food and hygiene fell short. The French bread served was noticeably days old and reheated. Think chewy, not crispy. The mussels were of the frozen sort and weighed in on the small end of the size scale. I’ll concede that the sauce was flavorsome. We tried the “Beyrouth,” a medley of coriander, garlic, and parsley that evokes the taste of mloukhieh. B