After the nice Weekend With Folks i wanted to keep the good vibe and after politely telling mum that i’m not hungry i left the parents’ home at about 15:30 and went to a rehearsal with Miron. I decided to take my time and drove through Isfiya to find some hummus place. There were a lot of restaurants on the way. OK now, let’s see – “Carmel Garden”? Sounds like a tourist trap. “Carmel View”? Another tourist trap. “Best Druze Home Cooking”? Were you too lazy to make up a real name for your restaurant? A thought came to me that i shouldn’t go to any place that doesn’t have “Abu” in it’s name. A minute later i saw “Abu Salah – Hummus Ful”. Yeah baby.
I asked the modestly dressed Druze lady at the reception whether they were serving Hummmmmmus. Of course they were. She gave me a menu and i asked for musabbaha, which is the best kind of hummus – served warm and fresh. She was absolutely delighted to hear me pronouncing the name of the dish as close as i could to the way Arabs pronounce it.
The musabbaha was delicious, as well as the generous plates of pickled vegetables and falafel with tahina.
Dear MeahevServi – That’s my favorite part of life in Israel.