Who are you and why are you in my establishment? Is probably what the nice Lebanese man thought as he seated 11 white people and their token brown friend. It's always nice to get a glimpse into other cultures. It started harmless enough with the desire to see belly dancing. A friend made the reservation and we should have gotten the clue when they called back to verify that Fish, party of 12, did intend on showing up to the 10 pm 'party'.



We showed up at 10, our first mistake of many. It didn't fill until around 11:30 but until then we had bottomless appetizers to munch on and the house band and singer to entertain. Not that we knew what was happening because it was all in a different language (Incidentally, the only english spoken at the restaurant was to tell someone they had left the lights on in their black topaz). It was probably a raring rendition of who are those white people. A lot of people danced 11:30 on, in either the belly dancing style or chain style, which seemed like line dancing, with mysterious rules dictated by a spinning a chain. There were a lot of MILFS in the crowd.



At 1 am the meal was served and desert was a fabulous belly dancer. The thing we had been waiting for so patiently. She could gyrate like nobodies business and commanded the attention of the audience. She worked the room bringing up old and young men to dance with her. The old man shook his booty while the young stud was too cool and stood still clapping. At the end I was determined that they had been playing the same song the whole night.



It's nice to dabble in other cultures, sort of felt like I was traveling again or showed up at a wedding reception I hadn't been invited to.