Outside, the hookahs were being passed around as we headed into this evening's venue to enjoy meze and hummus. Inside, the dance tracks pulsated with arabic influence as the room quickly filled as more people were sucked in from the busy street.
I've spent the most time in Saudi Arabia where there's no alcohol in such places and segregated eating, so the wine list displayed prominently and the western attired Lebanese at the next table ordering champagne aperitif took a moment to register.
Otherwise the spices and flavours were a familiar flashback, as, later, was the cardamon spiced murrah coffee in the tiny cup, whisking me to middle eastern memories of clattering trains, desert picnics and mysterious meetings.
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