Last night I ran down the street through Hurricane Hanna to pick up food from Mamoun's on MacDougal Street. Lamb Shawarma, Kafta, Hummus, Baba, Falafel, and a bag of grilled pitas. Our apartment smelled like King Kong Bundy's armpit for the rest of the night, but it was worth it. Big Love for Mamoun's. I want the smoky, cumin-y Kafta crumbled over my body and buried with me when I die.
-N
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