There weren’t many great restaurants in our city. When you found a good one, you stuck with it.
And we found a good one.
All the ex-pats did.
It was called Syrian Fresh Food. They had the best shwarma cause it was served on fresh flat bread. Mmmmmn. They had other yummy things too. Mmmmnnnn.
I don’t have a picture of the restaurant.
But I do have a picture of my husband chowing down on his very last Syrian Fresh shwarma.
Goodbye delicious Syrian Fresh.
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