“I don’t believe I am doing this.”…
I mutter that mantra to myself a lot at Café Samar.
You see, I started Samar as a hobby, an after-work joint where I could wind down after a day pleine de merde at the law firm.
But the Samar took on a life of its own, and became an obsessive mistress to me. I did not plan it, or even know what I was doing. In fact, the last five years of Samar have consistently been about not knowing what I am doing.
Somehow, at 60 Kandahar Street, Samar became the landmark of the Arab District. Life was different there…. we did food and beverages, we had live Arabic music every weekend, we recorded our own Arabic music, we gave away “Free Palestine” teeshirts and we even sold Alwi Aljunied incense and Yemeni honey.
During our 3 year stay in Kandahar, the eight thousand square feet of Samar was the largest Arabic restaurant in South East Asia.
But Arabs are by nature nomadic, and it was time for Samar to move to other pastures in distant lands, God willing.
So goodbye, Kandahar. We will remember you, even as we venture to other shores soon.
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