A Poem (sort of)
The muhummura was
Too many walnuts
Not enough sweet sweet red pepper
And pomegranate molasses
Wouldn't bring me extra pickled turnips
The service is
Like a dead leaf drifting from a tree
And like that same dreary November day when that leaf fell
There is no atmosphere.
I'll have to find a different Lebanese place.
One with a better name. It's not as bad as the Chevy Nova, but still.
716 Santa Monica Blvd
Santa Monica, CA 90401