Everything! I love feasting with my friends in an atmosphere like Layalina's. It's memorable, it's real. The service is personal and has a familiar glow. It was quiet last night (which it should not have been, looking back), and we got a corner booth in the front. I can't think of a more perfect escape from the muggy beast of a night, a more perfect escape after a few episodes of Ali G. Now, to get into my story, I'm going to ask you all to step in and take the tour. Come on in, don't be afraid. I'll highlight. I wanted to do a longer, more creative post, but if I don't do this now I never will. The alert has changed colors. Orange you glad, the market's less crowded. Mmmm, silky hommos done right (I'm really foolproof after last night) and salads that so many imitators have gotten away with mangling for centuries. Did you forget how far lemons and tahini and cucumbers can go? Thought you were bored of that stuff. Think again. I enjoyed the labneh: creamy yogurt cheese sprinkled with mint, the fatoosh rocks, that grilled cheese with the black sesame seeds, I love pickled turnips and every other pickle that was produced and greedily steered to my pie hole. And Kibbeh, these perfect little deep-fried balls of beef, with a little crunch on the outside and great spice. I could go on and on and on... and just might after I pick up my umbrella and whatnot that I left there last night (because I was instead carrying a styrofoam box of dessert they insisted that we take), and grab another bite. Looking forward to doing this again! King Abdullah, it was fun. PS: Losen up edited for spelling