The breakfast in Deir El Qamar was a fabulous sandwich called “Manoushi.” As I was waiting in line to get my zaatar manoushi, I could smell the oil, making me want to skip in line to get mine! I could hear the good comments about its taste. “Mmmmnnn,” My friends where saying.
Finally, there was one more person in front of me. It was my turn!
As I got my breakfast, I could see the oil dripping out making a pool. As I sat, I took a bite. I felt the dough touching my tongue. I could finally taste the wonderful manoushi!