I am not the person to whip out my DSLR camera to snap food before consuming it. I am also not the person to seek out restaurants known for their hip, new-fangled way of preparing grilled cheese or tiramisu. But I love eating well and eating diverse. Cairo is an amazing city for trying cuisines from all over the world. My favorite restaurant in Cairo (and one I already frequented four times) is Mori Sushi, and I am constantly getting recommendations for Thai places, Indian restaurants, Yemeni joints, and Syrian bakeries.
So enjoy this collection of my screenshotted snapchats, poor quality photos sent over Facebook chat, and my trademark unimpressed selfie face (but with food). I think this presents a more accurate view of my Cairo life anyway. Hover and click for captions.
Korean BBQ in Maadi with pajeon, banchan!
Mango juice flows freely from the mountains in Cairo.
Too cheap to buy a travelers mug. Uses tomato paste jar instead.
Cafe Riche that turns out not to be a cafe. They give you dirty looks if you don’t order food. Don’t they know that just motivates me to squat there longer?
Savory crepes from the crepe guy in Bulaq.
Thank god for TBS croissants and frothy milk concoctions
Drinkie’s is the beverages shop in Egypt. They deliver.
Making your own french-style turkish coffee saves more money, which you need after Drinkie’s.
Attempts at homemade Thai food. There is no tofu here.
I steal many citrus fruits from campus.
Lebanese food is better than Egyptian food (just my honest opinion).
Northern Chinese restaurant with fragrant chicken, bones intact! Also, hotpot.
Green tea and green trees. Christmas spirit is alive in Maadi.
Favorite Food Places in Cairo —
During the first week of Janurary this year, I stumbled upon a job post in Cairo. I believe I was at the Reg first floor tables pouring over list hosts, scanning for anything with the words “international,” “politics,” and “health insurance included” in the description. After five days of frantic emailing for recommendations and multiple edits of personal essays, I somehow met the deadline. Another week later, I was scheduled to interview. Two weeks after that, I woke up to an email in my inbox telling me that I had gotten the position. And I guess now, eight months later I’m out on my second-floor balcony, feet propped up on a wicker chair, looking out at the dusty shades of sand covering every inch of New Cairo in Cairo Governorate, Egypt. And that’s just how life happens.
This is the library, and yes that’s an art installation of a giant fork and spaghetti.
Inside the library’s serenity room. Aka Mansueto in Cairo.
So hello hello from the American University in Cairo where I am part of the 2015-2016 cohort of the Presidential Internship Program. Even though it’s Cairo, even though I don’t speak Arabic (yet), and even though I don’t know a single person within thousands of miles (yet), this place radiates familiarity. Every university anywhere is bound to have a few things in common – a ton of extracurriculars, professors brimming with knowledge, truckloads of students my age bustling through classrooms, hallways, and the quad. Those just happen to be some of my most favorite things. I feel at home.