(Kierston, Carly, and I outside the Hidden Habibi Café)
I love discovering the international parts of Nashville. It’s like being able to travel to other
places without spending any money on a plane ticket or taking time off work,
lol. Nashville is not only home to a lot
of other well-known cultures, but many more lesser-known ones, as well, since it is a refugee settlement
city. The zip code down by my hospital has
one of the most diverse populations in the multi-state area!
Anyway, the first place we went (here’s a picture I snapped during the
day) was at night. I have been
salivating over this meat cooking every time I go to work! This Mexican place had an amazing green sauce for their meat
(which said “pollo,” but was not
chicken…I honestly think the owner tried to tell us he was out of chicken and
gave us something else, but since neither Kierston nor I speak Spanish, we didn’t
figure that out till later :P). The only
English word in the joint was “yum,” but thankfully there were a lot of
pictures of all the meats hanging up so we could have an idea what everything
was. Call me crazy, but I like being
surrounded by people speaking another language.
I like even better when I know the language, but hey, it’s cool either
way. ;)
Before our next adventure a couple weeks later, we stopped at the International
Market before heading over there. Carly
was my beautiful model demonstrating to you all how the process of live animal
to meat works…
While I am going to give them the benefit of the doubt and say that’s
not “real” crack, I see no reason to eat the hearts or uteruses of animals. Maybe this is just since taking Anatomy &
Physiology, but really?
The Hidden Habibi Café & Hookah Bar pictured at the top was SUCH a
cultural experience as the man who owns it and “keeps it open from 11a-3a every
day” wasn’t there when we arrived at 5pm. We gave the locked-up, dark restaurant a call
and it went straight to his cell and we found out that he was headed over. I really think he came in just for us because
it was over half an hour later when he arrived and the cooks didn’t get there
for another couple hours (not that he let that stop him – he did just fine
making some yummy falafel and hummus!).
It was funny because when he got there, the three of us ordered Dr.
Pepper and he walked out the front door and across the street…and came back a
few minutes later with a 6-pack of Dr. P!
There were a couple times throughout the night when certain members of
our party had sword and knife scares, but we exited safe and happy before the
nightlife even fully began.
We didn’t do hookah, for those of you who were wondering, because it’s
bad for your lungs. :P
I did learn that “habibi” means “my love” in Arabic – just another word
to add to my slowly-growing list! :o)
If anybody thinks of any good places you think we should try, feel free
to let me know! :)
2 comments:
Just keep your data on so I can find your phone, and hopefully you with it, in case you ever get lost or...whatever.
I live in that diverse zip code, so call me for an international dinner sometime, or if you get lost and need to be found (I put that part in for Gwyn). :-)
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