Hey, we’re finally in Lebanon. Let’s go get some patata hara! Yalla, let’s go!
No, I have to say hi to my grandma and tortoise in the mountains.
Oh, ok, but we’re in Lebanon. What about some shawarma! We can go to Zeytuna Bay too!
No, I have to pray to Mar Charbel too. No time for zaatar and tomato either in the sunlit balcon. Do you want to come?
Sure, I thought it’s all about the food and the cool vibes.
No, get out, before I call Hezbolla and deport you.
I just wanted to go back to my roots.
I know, my boy. It’s not about the shawarma, it’s just tahini. Just get a bottle, and you’ll be okay.