I thought I finally met the man I’ve been waiting for. Kissing all those frogs must finally have paid off, cause I found my prince charming.
He’s as handsome as most girls would imagine their prince charming to be- Sophisticated. Smart. Shy, in a good way. A lawyer too. He was definitely into me. We got introduced through a mutual friend and the man couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I was having trouble breathing.
I pictured it all. We’d move into this cute apartment with a rooftop in Hamra and we’d take morning jogs together on the Corniche. I met my better half. I beat the system.
Until… 2 hours later, he mentions his fiancée. Yes his FIANCEE!!!! But he didn’t mention her in a loving way; it was kinda in a matter of fact kind of way. As though he had just remembered. He almost sounded apologetic.
I was heartbroken; he managed to break my heart in 2 hours. Even though we were a party of 6 he continued talking to just me. Asking me questions like he wanted to know everything about me. I left abruptly. It was way too uncomfortable and I could no longer hide my disappointment.
I feel terrible saying this but there was something there. And it wasn’t at all sleazy. He was gentle and sweet. I just can’t get him out of my head. But I know I must never see him again. How on earth did I just get myself in this horrid situation? Even thinking about this guy goes against everything I believe in. Must shop now. Bisoux
Something is seriously wrong with the ladies in Lebanon. How did we manage to get so superficial? And I’m not talking about your typical Lebanese bimbo, I’m referring to smart young educated ladies in this country that have put their morals and values to rest and opted for the rich man.
Yes, the rich man, he may not be as good looking as Samer in accounting, and sure his Ferrari puts Tarek’s Mazda 6 to shame, but who cares. The fact of the matter is Samer and Tarek are good genuine down to earth men that will love you just the same, hek maybe even more, since they won’t have pet names for you and their cars!
But lately I’ve noticed an alarming trend, young women are settling with dumber, uglier, super rich guys, they wanna upgrade, they wanna quit their jobs, they want SUVs, they want that 500 square meter apartment and they don’t wanna have to work a day for it.
A friend of mine who I’ve always thought was normal,calls me, out the blue to announce that she is getting engaged on Friday. Last time I checked she was single. She had met him at Music Hall, he’s 36, drives a Audi Q7 and works in construction. He’s also bald, overweight and has hair growing out of his ears.
The worst part of it all is her trying to convince me she’s in love. You know what, if this is the path you choose, so be it, but trying to convince me that your in love with SHREK because“ albo tayeb” rather than his shares in Sodeco, spare me and Drop it as fast as you dropped your self respect, there is no such thing as a bonafide gold-digger. Bisoux
I think most of you can tell I love burgers. Be it the the All’American burger, the Lebanonized burger and at times even teta’s hambur-kafta. So I’ve been keeping an eye ( and mouth) out for all the burger places in town. I didn’t wanna go for the most obvious choices of burger-joints just yet, but I thought why not try out the less obvious ones.
Today’s Burger: Cello In Hamra
Rating: **
A friend of mine recommended Cello on Jeanne d’Arc St in Hamra, as the new and up and coming fusion food place. But I wasn’t impressed at all. Here’s why…
Assortment of appetizers that had, salmon (that was super fishy) mushroom, sun-dried tomatoes figs and perhaps bacon. This item sounded fabulous on the menu but turned out to be quite the disappointment. The bread was stale and the cheese tasteless. Over-Priced at 16.990 LL and the waiter didn't even care to know why we left half of it uneaten.
The Cello burger seemed so promising. But what a waste it was. The meat although the thickest you can get in town, was unspiced and overcooked. The tomatoes and cheese alone, were great, but failed to harmonize with the rest if the burger. Nothing flowed. The fries are great though, very Lebanese kitchen style. The food presentation is the only good thing this place has going for it.
The thick meat. Too bad it failed to deliver. I went there on a Sunday and although we were the only people there it was so difficult to find a single waiter. They were too busy singing in the back.
It's been awhile since I've done Gauche, I like the consistency with the music, but we all agree they need to either move the speakers or turn down the volume. I think I'm gonna start making it there more often.
Love it! Bisoux
According to their website Gauche Caviar is a 19th century French expression that describes “a person who subscribes to socialist ideals yet doesn’t feel like they need to totally let go of their privileged lifestyle.”
Hmmm, sounds to me like almost every other person in Lebanon. Bisoux
His name is Maroun and he will tell you how and where to park you car in the last remaining parking in Gemmayzeh. But what makes this man so annoying is not what he does but the way he does it. The parking lot will be empty but yet he will insist you park in a spot that makes absolutely no sense to you. That’s not all. He will wait for you to park and as soon as you get out of your car, he will walk right up to you and make you do it all over again.
“Yameen, Shmel, ba3d lawara… eh BAS” and he will keep bellowing out directions until it becomes absolutely impossible for you to open your door and get out of the car unless you hit the car parked next to you!!!!
You attempt to explain this to him but he just won’t have it. Unless he maximizes every inch of that parking space- Maroun will not rest.
Unfortunately, our only other choice would be to kiss our cars goodbye as we give’em to the horrendous valets, who will surely abuse them. why? Because they CAN! Bisoux
Powertripping Maroun giving directions to unsuspecting girls in a car
So we all lie right? Some us of tell white lies, others slightly darker. But apparently men and women lie about different things- makes sense right? Here’s how…
Top lies told by Women
“Nothing is wrong. I’m fine” ( followed by a frown and arm-cross)
“I’ll be ready in five minutes” ( when we haven’t even jumped into the shower yet)
“I saw him do it with my own eyes” ( Ok fine we thought we saw him, but it’s the same thing)
“No, she didn’t tell me anything about you, I swear“ ( even though we were just discussing you for two hours over lunch)
Top lies told by Men
“I didn’t have that much to drink “( he says as he wobbles to stand straight)
“There was no signal in the place I was at” (but you both know it has one of the best connections in Lebanon.)
“Those pants make your bum look so small.” ( but YOU know your PMS-ing and bloated)
“You’re sooo much prettier than her.” (Come on now, it’s Jessica Alba for God’s Sake!)
I called for an emergency brunch at Casper’s with three of my fellow single girls this morning. ( I had the yummy and super fattening Pain Perdu )
The Topic : Why are men turning all “anti-serious relationships” in Lebanon?
The discussion got heated, we all agreed that yes, indeed this is a rising trend. Here are a few reasons this could be happening :
The much detested 6 women to 1 man ratio in Lebanon. Most of the men are leaving Lebanon for jobs abroad.
Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free. Apparently we’re getting easier, why marry when you can date and cohabitate?
The more girls are eager for something serious, the faster men run, and apparently we aren’t being subtle about our serious intentions, wanting too much too soon.
Men today just don’t have the same values our parents use to have, it’s a generation thing
We’ve become a generation of strong independent career oriented women, in other words, we’re being very picky. my suggestion
Nothing authentic about what’s supposed to be one of the “world’s most renowned” Cuban restaurants. Yes, the decor is great and I’m sure they spent A LOT of money to open this place blah blah blah but lets face it, the only good thing they have going for them, is the only genuinely Cuban thing in that place, The Band. The only thing the staff is trained on is listing the content of each dish, without necessarily explaining it. So you ask the waiter what does the “empanadita” have and he would say ” dough,water, salt, pepper, sofrito.”
Other than that refrain from trying their over -priced ” cocktails” that feel as though they’re made of food coloring and liquor. REFRAIN from eating anything, especially the rubber steak or salad that arrives only after the main course. But if you don’t wanna drink on an empty stomach and absolutely must put something in your stomach then have the things that look like a meat somboosik stuffed with chicken or cheese in very thick dough.
If you ever get pressured into going I suggest you take with you a flask of vodka and an energy bar. Bisoux
I know what your thinking, this looks like a regular margarita. It's NOT!
So I showed the Brit I’ve been seeing around Beirut this weekend. I took him to Gemmayzeh for some drinks.Bisoux
Watch out fellow pubbers, for there lies a crater in gemmazeh right on the sidewalk. And who will catch you if you fall? def not our beloved darak, they're too busy enjoying the ladies
Made it to GEM right before it got packed.
Nothing like a Caipirinha to kick-off the weekend with the right kinda buzz
I made a point to steer away from any political talk on this blog. But the Israeli raid on on a flotilla of humanitarian aid ships bound for Gaza made me cringe yesterday. I just can’t digest the audacity of the Israelis and their incomprehensible level of in-your-face hypocrisy. I did not blog yesterday in solidarity with the 9 or 16 people killed in cold-blood. Rest in Peace freedom fighters. Bisoux
