Sometimes you want to go,
Where everybody knows your name
And they’re always glad you came.
You want to go where people know
People are all the same
You want to go where everybody knows your name
Not a great photo, but I think you get my drift: with its comfortable seating and comforting food, Avli is waiting for me across my pedestrian-only street, several times a week.
With the latest Iran news, or maybe I mean, US-Israel news, it’s a great bolt-hole.
Actually, my micro-apartment’s spacious terrace is also a great escape. I was joined by a couple young Egyptian friends, for a look at the planetary parade on display last night: good pizza from Mystic, great Cabernet Sauvignon from I don’t know where.
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