Culinary Rambles: Have My Taste Buds Evolved?
The other day, we were running errands in Jal el Dib, and hunger struck. An old favorite crossed my mind, and we steered our wheels in the direction of Abou Jihad . An institution since 1962 (that makes it 55 years old!), the eatery has long been dishing up modest Lebanese fare and even boasts a popular take-out/delivery sandwich service. We put in our orders at the cashier – two kebab khachkhach and one taouk to share – and patiently awaited our turn as over half a dozen orders were executed before ours. I stood at the food counter to watch the chef – the same gentleman I recall from my first visit six years ago – deck out and roll up wraps like clockwork, admittedly rather sloppily, which many might insist is the inherent charm in Abou Jihad’s sandwiches. A messy splatter of hummus, a couple spears of pickles, a squirt of red pepper sauce ( reb el 7ar ), two grilled meat kebabs, and finally crushed roasted tomato pulp crashed down on the pita before it was bound up and