Hummus envy

I’ve spent many an hour in this food court, which looks groovy and inviting at night. Especially from the gym window above where the smells of Lebanese food wafting up are more appealing than the odour of sweating exercisers. I resisted the urge to put my face in a plate of creamy hummus as I exited, even though the very charming and attractive waiters (filling the persuasive role of waiters in front of Greek tavernas) did their best to entice me in.