We ended up hanging around so long that we decided to have dinner before heading home. We walked the quiet streets of the Old City, passing shop keepers closing up for the night, and Ultra-Orthodox families wearing their finest walking home from synagogue to their Shabbat meal. Geoff and I ducked into an intriguing looking restaurant in the Armenian Quarter near Jaffa Gate - The Armenian Tavern.
We split a dinner course that was only available on Fridays - Geoff couldn't pass that opportunity. I can't remember the name of the dish, much to my chagrin, but it was wonderful. It had an Sh, and a Y in it. More importantly, it had a generous beef patty served in a deep tahina sauce of sorts, with potatoes, onions, and peppers. We ate every bit out of the rustic pottery bowl, enjoying the unique flavors and time together. Have I mentioned food is my favorite part of travel? Well, other than Geoff, of course. Together, bliss.
We had a great evening together and were thankful for the opportunity and decision to stop, taking time to celebrate Shabbat Shalom, Sabbath's peace. Shabbat Shalom to all of you!