A few Sundays ago, the lady and I partook in a brunch for just $6.50 a head that included the frittata-ish Eggar, hummus, baba ganoush, the intensely flavorful fava bean dip known as foul medames, a tangy, fruity tomato-laden vita cheese dip, a worthy example of falafel, and for dessert, a fruit salad/ice cream sundae hybrid called Fakhfakhina that won palates and stomachs like the greatest of diplomats would hearts and minds. All of it was washed down once more with that magically refreshing elixir referred to as Karkady.
Everything was seasoned to a capital T, and we heard no microwaves beeping.