2011-04-17 19:03

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.

Author: Khürt Williams

A human who works in information security and enjoys photography, Formula 1 and craft ale. #nobridge