I met some old Foreign Ministry compadres, whom I served with at our Embassy in Washington D.C., for lunch today at Burg Al-Hamam. We were all a little grayer, a little stockier, a little bit more cynical, but the spirit of friendship, of brotherhood was evident.
The leisurely, three-hour lunch was a bittersweet event; over delectable Lebanese mezze and grilled meats we discussed social and political affairs, real estate, pop culture and family – of course, the conversation would almost always be sabotaged by someone’s bawdy sense of humor (and by the occasional water trickling from the roof this rainy day).
For dessert? A thick slice of nostalgia.