@Kerry Beal and I just had the most amazing morning out. Bear with me as it is not all directly lunch related.
To give it some perspective I have been housebound for what seems like a year due to weather and other issues. When I learned last night that the weather was going to be bad again today and it looked as if I would not get out at all I burst into tears. That doesn’t happen often. So when I woke this morning and learned that the weather would hold out at least for the morning I was ecstatic.
We began by doing some grocery shopping which we both enjoy no matter what. From the grocery store, we found our way to Dollarama. It may not be quite as different and exciting as would be a trip to the Japanese dollar store, but it was nevertheless a long time since I had been for a wander through. I ended up spending my money on gadgets, gizmos and candy bars and refused to have a guilty conscience about any of it.
Lunch had still not been discussed at this point although it was beginning to rapidly approach the lunch hour. Kerry had reminded me yesterday that Taste of Burlington had begun but our errands were really going to keep us in Oakville. So Kerry suggested I Google and see if Taste of Oakville might be on. (Both of these are events to promote the restaurants in the area). Apparently, it ended on 6 February so we missed it completely this year. Nevertheless, the first restaurant that popped up on the site was an Egyptian restaurant that we had never heard of called Anora’s.
I stepped through the menu as Kerry drove towards the Goodwill store where we needed to return an item.
After a quick trip into the Goodwill store where I found a smaller match for my plate that I bought the last time I was in there and another small dish that I quite admired, we headed off towards the Lakeshore and Anora’s.
You know that sinking feeling you get when you pull up in front of a restaurant in the middle of lunch hour and discover that it is empty. For a moment we debated whether to just leave or whether to take a chance. Perhaps because we were the only customers we might be warmly welcomed and treated well. So glad we saw this as an opportunity as opposed to an obstacle.
We were greeted very warmly by the proprietor. We were offered help in understanding the various dishes and given plenty of time to make our decisions.
Our order was taken by a male server and my assumption would be that he was a family member. Of course, I could be wrong. His English was a little hard to understand but I have only admiration for those who struggle to get by in a new language. He was very enthusiastic about trying to upsell us in a very pleasant way.
Eventually, we settled on our lunch choices and as we dove into our teeny tiny samosas,
Kerry glanced up and noticed that the Canada geese were doing what Canada geese so often do – – they were making a mockery of traffic. It is illegal to kill a Canada goose and just not worth your day to run over one. So the traffic was slowed to a crawl as the geese behaved like dogs and honked at the cars as though they had no business being on the road. It was very comical indeed.
Eventually, someone appeared and began to herd the geese off the road. I thought Kerry said, "Look there’s a Norwegian herding the geese!" I asked how the heck she knew he was Norwegian. "Not Norwegian," she said, "A man from the Region.” (Halton Region is our municipality).
The scene was as iconically Canadian as a game of street hockey.
Turkish coffee for me.
Egyptian mint tea for Kerry.
Kerry first ordered the Kishk but the server returned to say it was not available and so she changed her order to the Hawawashy. I had a taste and it was delicious.
I had Anora’s Liver (sure hope she didn’t really need it!) it was perhaps the most delicious treatment of liver I have ever known. It was incredibly tender and a little bit spicy.
I think we were up sold on the fries but they were worth having.
The pita bread was just amazing. Soft and moist and so unlike most pita bread that I find in restaurants.
Needless to say much of a lunch came home with me as there was no way we could eat that much food.
After lunch we drove all over town in search of driveway salt and, oh so typically Canadian, there was none! All the stores had signs saying sold out.