In London, when I was asked to describe a place, I could not stop myself of thinking about Beirut again… And here it goes… I wrote about Walimat Wardeh…
Walimat Wardeh.. Oriental as it sounds, identical as it’s spelled… Beirut’s best restaurant/pub located in the heart of vivid Hamra, is my favourite spot for lonely nights.
Not only the traditional Lebanese dishes that make this venue oriental but the Arabic tunes and the velvet voice of Fairuz, Lebanese diva, gives you the feeling of being on a flying carpet next to Aladdin as if he was going to open the doors of secret treasury…
Intrigued by the old wooden gates, the entry of many gets even more exciting under the high ceilings, identical of ancient French style.
This is Beirut… Blend of French, Ottoman aura… And Walimat Warde is like the best cocktail of this blend.
An oriental fontaine is placed in the middle of the dancing set, craved with round ornaments… Obviously, at the time when “squares” haven’t replaced the round shapes of architecture, Beirut was more feminine.
Big mirrors are hanged on the wall of Walimat Warde as a sign of resilience, like Beirut itself. “I’ve been torned but not dead yet!” Beirut aloud!
It’s the protest of Beirut that Walimat Wardeh has for the concept of their venue…
Wooden chairs around old-fashion marble dining tables are placed in a way that never makes you feel lonely.
Perhaps, those chairs are the reason why Walimat is so attractive among lonely souls. Actually, except a few lucky ones who had not lost their family in any wars of Lebanon, almost everybody is lonely in Beirut. It’s just almost impossible to realise it.
Lonely souls are mostly filling up their solitude with curious Hezbollah tourists who end up at Walimat rather than running after Nasrallah.
Eventually, one single night at Walimat would worth to a week in Beirut if one really wants to feel the sense of oriental spirit of this “once Paris of The Middle East.”