a tahini little story about a place we know and love

so the other day matt and i took his sister to a belated birthday lunch at a middle eastern restaurant/grocery store here in burque called "cafe istanbul." it is one of a kind, and has the most delicious assortment of goodies. so, with that said, the following story is a fictional representation of the restaurant, because hands down it's some of the best food in town!

when we got home matt asked me, "hey what did you think about the food?".

i replied, "hum...mus. let me think about it." (hmm)

matt: "babaganooooosh!" (aaachooo)

me: "bless you! are you ok?"

matt: "nah.... i falafel!" (feel awful)

me: "yeah... i feel wierd too. i'm zaatired!" (that tired)

matt: "so, why did the quesadilla get booed off the stage... because he was too cheesy! ... isn't that lebani?" (funny)

me: "no... that's pitaful!" (pitiful)

matt: ouch. ok.... well... guess what, "olive juice." (i love you)

me: "baklavahtcha babe." (back at you)