by Janet on July 28, 2010
We went back in time when we set out to visit the historic section of Tripoli — Lebanon’s second largest city. My husband’s cousin Lina took us to an old neighborhood in Tripoli to experience a traditional Lebanese breakfast.
It was a small restaurant, with an arched stone ceiling that held elaborate chandeliers. No menus, everyone just knew what they offered.

Our classic Lebanese breakfast was a celebration of beans — chickpeas and fava beans, served simply with bread, fresh mint leaves, onion, tomatoes, romaine leaves, and a big pile of cumin (along with quite a bit of olive oil).
The bowls kept coming, starting with fattee (pronounced fuh tea), a warm garlicky yogurt mixture that was studded with chickpeas, toasted bread and pine nuts. This dish in Lebanon is also a main course served with meat on top, but this was a vegetarian version for breakfast.

Next was the balila, a chickpea dish similar to hummus but without the tahini.
Next was the foul moudammas, dried fava beans in oil that was topped with a creamy tahini sauce. Click here for a recipe for foul (pronounced fool) from Tripoli. I often use canned beans at home, you can’t beat the convenience. But I don’t think I could match the character of these dishes unless I started with dried beans. There’s no comparison. So I will definitely be buying dried chickpeas and fava beans when I try these recipes at home (and I think I’ll use a little less olive oil!)
Then the most perfect basket of falafel was brought to our table. The orbs were crunchy, yet moist and the insides were shaded green due to the amble amount of coriander used.

After our breakfast, we roamed the streets of this historic area before visiting a friend of Lina’s who was restoring an old home in the area. We saw a man selling freshly squeezed carrot juice on the street. I loved the elaborate stand that held his juice-making materials and the outdoor fan that kept him cool. 
We passed by a store selling olives.

And two boys selling cactus fruit (or prickly pear) in a baby stroller.

The next stop was Hallab & Sons The Palace of Sweets, one of the largest stores specializing in traditional oriental sweets. It’s supposedly the best spot for sweets in all of Lebanon and is one of Tripoli’s most renowned tourist sites. People from around the world come here to experience the baklawa and other sweets.


Baklawa pistachio

This might have been the best dessert I’ve ever eaten. It’s called Othmaliye, a traditional Middle Eastern dessert that’s made with two layers of deep-fried Kunafa dough filled with sweet cream flavored with orange blossom water. Think of it as a Lebanese tiramisu. The layered dessert was topped with rose petals and we drizzled it with sugar syrup at the table. I hear it’s particularly popular during Ramadan.

I’ve seen the pre-prepared dough at Middle Eastern markets in the U.S., so it’s something I’d like to try at home. Here are a few recipes for Othmaliye I found online:
Lifestyle Food
Arabic Food Recipes
Nestle
Stay tuned for more of my food adventures in Lebanon.
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by Janet on January 3, 2010

Photo: Bryan Denton for The New York Times
I couldn’t resist writing again about Lebanon. The New York Times travel section has once again featured Lebanon — this time the article is on Byblos, an ancient port city that is up the coastline from Beirut. This beautiful area is near my father-in-law’s house and last summer we spent a lot of time roaming the cobbled streets and enjoying the souks, restaurants and beaches. The writer Lionel Beehner has done a great job describing Byblos, which is enjoying a rebirth.
If Beirut is the Paris of the Middle East, as the cliche goes, then Byblos, some 22 miles up the coastline, is its Cannes: an ancient port framed by pre-Roman ruins, white sandy beaches and cedar-topped mountains. The city is famous for its fish restaurants, which serve up fresh red snapper and sea bass to an international clientele. Party yachts cruise into its spectacular harbor at sundown, the way Brando and Sinatra did during Byblos’s prewar heyday, docking next to old dinghies and wooden fishing boats with names like “Taxi Joe.”
The fish restaurants, indeed, were quite an experience. The fishermen would be out all night and arrive to the restaurants in the morning with their catch. Then we would pick out our fish and it would be grilled to perfection as we sampled the array of mezze on the table. I loved the fact that there wasn’t a “kids menu” in sight!






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by Janet on December 29, 2009
I was thrilled to see the feature on Lebanese food in the New York Times travel section this Sunday. I hope you’ll check it out here, along with a slide show of the Beirut restaurants profiled in the article by Seth Sherwood.
My husband is Lebanese and I’ve grown to love the cuisine — even more since I’ve traveled there and experienced the fabulous food first-hand. Here’s a creamy bowl of hummus we enjoyed last summer in Lebanon…
I loved Seth’s description of his experience with hummus in a restaurant in Beirut.
“First up: hummus. Call it sacrilege, but I have never been excited by this humdrum dip. But the others insisted, in a flurry of English and French (both of which are widely spoken in Beirut, although Lebanon’s official language is Arabic). Hummus is the best barometer of a Lebanese restaurant’s quality, Ranya explained. Following her lead I took a corner of warm bread, rolled it into a cone (a nifty trick for scooping up dips) and tasted. It was excellent: lush, mouth-filling, creamy and flavorful — like an earthy milkshake.”
The article also included a perfect description of tabbouleh.
Such moments are blissfully common in Lebanon, where even the most bland produce or unlikely meats undergo culinary hocus-pocus and emerge, Cinderella-like, as belles of the ball. Parsley, elsewhere found more often as a throw-away garnish, becomes the basis of that zesty, lemony, tomato-filled, bulgur-sewn refresher known as tabbouleh. The zesty tabbouleh, everyone showed me, should be eaten not with a fork, but wrapped in a lettuce leaf.
So true. Here’s the tabbouleh with romaine leaves we enjoyed in a restaurant in the mountains of Lebanon.
And here’s a visual culinary tour of my own trip to Lebanon…
















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