A personal blog by Khürt Williams, with imagery, and inchoate ramblings on coffee, beer, and geekery.
Our first night in Ann Arbor we ate at Zaaman Café, a little Lebanese restaurant in the strip mall next to our hotel. The food was not spectacular (nothing in particular stood out) but it was delicious. After our meal the owner of the restaurant sat next to me and we had a little fun. He pretended that he could “read” my wife’s fortunes from the coffee grounds and told me tales of his cheeky brother.
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