When I was a little boy, I loved to eat with my hands. My mom was less thrilled about this than I was, so one day she said: "Fine! If you're going to eat with your hands, why not eat your soup with your hands?" So, I did. Coming to Qasr A-Sir over a decade later, I finally found a place where it is not only acceptable but preferable to eat with a piece of bread in your hand...
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