The title says it all! This feeling of content pretty much sums up our experience at Shams Restaurant in
Anjar, but that was the end of our day. Let's start at the beginning.
At about 9AM we got in our trusty
Yaris and headed towards
Bikfaya, a resort town about 30 minutes outside of Beirut. The driving got a little worse, not because of the drivers, but because of the terrain. As I explained before, driving in Lebanon is not for the faint of heart--believe me. The driver must expect anything and everything: motorcycles drive against traffic, men rushing across busy highways, tractors blocking traffic on winding roads, and where passing on the right is more common than passing on the left.
Dad noted how
Bikfaya had changed a lot since he had last been there. In fact, it changed so much that we missed our turnoff for
D'hour Shwer and we ended up on a narrow road leading to another small village. Realizing our mistake, we turned back, but no before stopping in front of an old lady who was busy preparing
saj flatbread. That was a great snack.

After getting back on the main highway, we passed through
D'hour Shwer. Our next stop was
Bois de Bologne. Unlike
Bikfaya, Dad explained how this town had not changed one bit. We found a cafe and had a cup of coffee at a small shop. The owner of the cafe sat with Dad and discussed the glory days of
Bois de Bologne.

After coffee, we headed toward
M'rouj and turned east towards
Zahle. We passed through a number of army checkpoints as we made our way through the mountains.
Our next stop would be in the
Bekaa Valley of Lebanon at a winery named
Clos St. Thomas in
Kab Elias for some "serious wine tasting" (as my Uncle
Vahe would put it). He is the one who recommended we stop here. When we mentioned his name to the owners, they were excited to hear we were coming.


We were given a private tour of the winery, which was built into the mountainside. The aging rooms felt like natural underground caves. Water trickled out of the rocks providing natural humidity for the aging wine.


The owner had also built a small chapel in the mountainside and a reception tent nearby that they could use to host weddings. We tasted about 6 or 7 different wines including a dessert wine at the end.


After the wine tasting, we made our way to the town of
Anjar. As we entered in on the main road, we were greeted by the intoxicating smells of the open barbecues at Shams Restaurant.


This place was huge. It consisted of a small market, where you cold buy to-go items from the kitchen, a large banquet area, and an even larger outdoor dining area. The decor was simple, but they made up for that with their excellent food and great SERVICE!!! As soon as an ashtray was filled up with only a few pistachio shells, it was replaced. Dirty napkins were removed immediately after they were used and
argileh charcoals were changed every few minutes. Because the cost of labor is cheaper here, the restaurant could afford to staff so many different people, each having their own task. If you still don't have an understanding of the level of service consider this:
1. While you finished your meal, a separate table was prepared nearby with new place setting and a spread of fruit and desserts. When you finished your lunch, you would simply get up and move over to the new table that was already prepared for you so that you would not have to wait for the staff to clean the table you were eating your lunch on.
2. If you somehow couldn't finish your entire meal, they would wrap it up for you. Obviously, a doggy bag is not an uncommon amenity in the United States, but at this restaurant, the waiter would walk it out to the front of the restaurant for you so that you would not have to carry it yourself.
For lunch we shared some freshly fried Sultan Ibrahim (fish),
fatoush,
kibeh nayeh,
mutabbal, cold beer, and an
argileh. It was very relaxing. After lunch we had some hot coffee and
ashta ice cream.

After leaving the restaurant we explored the small town of
Anjar. There is a very strong Armenian influence in this town which can be traced back to its unique history. It is in the town of
Anjar where the French helped settle Armenian refugees escaping from
Iskandaroun (Western Armenia) in 1923. A few of the single-room houses remain from the time when it was first settled.


Our drive back to Beirut was along a shorter road. The road climbed up and over the mountain at a much steeper incline. It was very foggy at the top with low visibility, but people did not change their style of driving. It's something you have to see. Luckily, I took a short video.
That's all for now. I will update everyone soon when there is more to share.