Zaatar W Zeit

When I was just a little girl, my dad and I had this tradition that every Saturday morning after his early jog we’d have breakfast anywhere I wanted. Mostly, we went to Zaatar w Zeit. This was back when the logo was still in Arabic with an olive oil dispenser, and all the tables were wooden with engravings from other visitors (M❤R kind of thing). I owe my healthy father-daughter relationship to those unforgettable breakfasts at Zaatar w Zeit! Thanks for the memories 😋❤