Man, you have to call pretty early to wake me up. It helps if you're from Egypt. It just so happens that my dear friend Maha is, and thus, awakened me the other day with an invitation to dine at the Otis Cafe the following afternoon. It's still a little surreal that she comes all the way from Egypt, eager to dine at our mutual favourite restaurant, in a town you can currently buy for like $800 I think.
I met Maha in Newport when we were 17. She was with her American host family and I served them a pizza. She was so lovely, so ambitious, spoke perfect English, and was interested in everything. We exchanged info and have been in touch off and on ever since.
"Yes! Otis Cafe tomorrow!"
She hasn't aged a day:
Not exactly a boon to the ego to pose with her, but ah well:
Maha and her sister Heba, whom I'd not previously met. Such wonderful women:
There is even less seating inside:
Long goodbyes in Otis = climb on your mom's car:
Too bad we couldn't all sit like this on the way home:
Somewhere, over that rainbow...
...just wait and see.
Thank you for the fabulous lunch dear friends, can't wait for to hear your voice again.