It shone bright at night. |
As the taxi rounded the corner to the main team’s hotel, Hotel Novit, every member of the team saw a gleaming bright red, white and green sign, familiar to any American who considers the mall as a beacon, if not the center, of guaranteed good food. Or at least a quick meal. The latter more important. Chili’s, open late, on the corner, yards from the main group’s hotel, and a mere two blocks from the remainder of the team, staying at a hotel a few blocks over. There was hope for a meal after all, as the windows and doors of every other restaurant were black and closed, even inside the hotels.
Unbeknownst to each other, the group which flew into
the city together would eat together, slowly making their way through a
familiar menu written in unfamiliar language. Too American? Too corporate?
Maybe, and yes, but the warm meal was more than welcome for the tired and
hungry, and as the big-screen, HD TVs around the restaurant blasted a boxing
match and a soccer – sorry, football – game, all was right in the City of
Palaces.
Oh, pssst, there is an IHOP around the corner. So far, we haven't been in.
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