One Bowl

One Bowl

In light of recent events, I’m going to take a temporary detour from Europe and cross the Mediterranean to our brothers and sisters in Egypt. It’s hard to watch such…

Pide Party

Pide Party

Riddle me, ree: What is mostly made up of foreigners, stinks of encased meat and drunk all over? If you didn’t guess Oktoberfest then you’re clearly not drunk at all….

Leave Them Cows Alone

Leave Them Cows Alone

The only time my name and the word ‘athlete’ could ever appear in a true statement would be the following: George Awad is not an athlete. The goal of disproving…

Stumbling To The Front Of The Class

Stumbling To The Front Of The Class

Let’s talk about beer for a moment. Over the years, I came to like Belgium beers. Part of it, I realize, was reflexive. If you like beer at all, you’re…

That Goldarn Golbourne

That Goldarn Golbourne

Golbourne Road is a little strip occupying the northern corner of the Notting Hill neighborhood in London, England. After the above meal, however, it now occupies every corner of my…