A night at Hanan.

My Saturday night plan was to meet up with some friends who via email announced a group dinner at Hanan, a Middle Eastern restaurant in Villa Crespo.

I went, but did not find my friends. It was a night of desencuetros, it seems.

I walked four blocks and found a locutorio. No answer on the cell phone.

I returned to the restaurant, in the pouring rain and got soaked. Still no familiar faces at the tables.

But with an empty stomach and the smell of yummy food, I decided to take myself out on a date.

I sit and order kebbeh al horno and rice.

The kebbeh was not the best, but good. The rice, a little soupy.

The belly dancer was pretty good.

Dancing at Hanan.

I even got up and danced a little myself.

And the halawa with pistacchios, delicious! The morsels of sesame or tahini based sweetness took me back to Austin, where Maryam introduced me to halawa.

The cafe, wonderful as well. I turned it over to try and see my fortune.

I think I saw a dancer in the silt.

What do you see?

Dancing in my future?