I met Moma! It was slow and she came out and I got to chat with her. She explained that she cooks to order, so the meat stays fresh, I told her that her beef kabob was the best! I usually don't order beef kabobs because I'm always disappointed, hers were actually better than the chicken. She slyly asked "are you on yelp", ha! She knows her customers!
I was so busy today I couldn't escape for lunch until 3:30. Sitting in the parking lot of jack in the box, I looked into my soul and realized I shouldn't go into the jack in the box. The blasting a/c and ice cold soda called to me, but I opened my phone and pulled out yelp and sorted by distance.
Moma's? Next to Daiso?!?! Over 100 reviews. Wow, how did i miss that?
The place was empty. Literally. He had just gotten back from the market so he couldn't come out right away, I gave him the don't worry I'm looking at the menu wave.
Undecided. Combo plate! I get a soda and look around...where to sit? There's a huge fan above the register pointed at the middle table. Perfection! I think he actually turned it up, which was very nice as I was the only customer. I was given a bowl of humus. A BOWL! It was a nice looking bowl too. He asks do you know humus? Yes, I love humus! Is it made here? Yes! That's a lot of humus. Humus in the store usually come in two sizes, the small flat container and the large one. There is enough humus to fill the small container, maybe a tiny bit more. I briefly wonder if Armenian culture dictates which hand to use for food, I break out my phone and quickly realize I am too culturally sensitive.
The food takes a while. Like 10 minutes. But I'm alone, no one is around, are they secretly busy? No, as Mama said, it's cooked fresh. There is no faster way, except to call ahead, which I'll add as a tip.
The food comes. I eat. And eat. And eat. When I come up for breath to get a soda I offer to pay then, but he waves me off, after you eat! Please, finish your meal first.
Before I get too far, he brings a plate of heaven. A little plate of Baklava. He no doubt brings it early, a special warning, don't get too full, you have this waiting.
I say wow, in an awed voice. It is delicious. I've made a cheater version of it myself, I can never get the honey right. This is heavenly. How can something be crisp and moist!?!? I hate myself for thinking about coming back and just ordering baclava for lunch. I'm sure there's a corner of hell waiting for me if I do that. But, something dark inside me whispers, it might be worth it.
I was the only customer for that hour, it was like my private restaurant. Moma came out and we chatted. I don't know if ill go back. Oh, I'll go to daiso. When I open the door I'll look over at mama's and remember that perfect beef kabob and the meltingly good baklava. That most excellent moment frozen in memory. dare I risk it? I can't bear it if the next kabob isn't as good. I have faith in Mama, but the risk is too great. I shall look, and smile, and remember, and keep going. When my memory fades, and the yearning overcomes my fear, then I'll go back and start a new memory, one hopefully as good as the last. read more