Oman (Taken with instagram)
One of those days.
Matthew Broderick: Arguably the only man in the world who can pull off the casual leopard print vest.
Six months ago, I moved to Oman to work for a nonprofit for a year. The combination of being a creature of habit and having limited restaurant options for vegetarians means that now, at virtually every place I go, there is at least one waiter who predicts my order and then is all smug like, ‘oh, you foreigners and your habits!’ The following is a list of the orders that have been predicted by Oman’s clairvoyant waiters.
Juice place: Banana juice with ice cream
Starbucks in the mall: iced latte
Schwarma place: Banana juice with ice cream
Other schwarma place: Banana juice with ice cream
Burger King: Mozza sticks (they are on the verge of cutting me off of mozza sticks)
Schwarma place where they teach me Turkish: Labnah cheese (pizza dough covered in this soft cheese, and then with MORE CHEESE on top)
The coffeeshop that’s kind of crappy but I still go to all the time cause it’s close and I need coffee and seriously, ugh, Nescafe: large cappuccino
Schwarma place on the highway: Two falafel sandwiches, Arabic bread (this shit is SO GOOD. Imagine a burrito. And then make it grilled so the insides are all squishy and melty. And then instead of burrito insides, imagine that it has falafel and GARLIC MAYONNAISE. And then eat it in a parking lot. Yeah.)
That one really expensive European style coffeeshop that I go to anyway because it has attractive interior design and also because UGH, NESCAFE: large cappuccino
Egyptian shisha place: Pistachio milkshake, orange shisha.