Al-basha Take Out Only Menu Guide

A man in a soaked raincoat—the first customer of the evening—squinted at the card.

The laminated card was small, grease-stained at the corners, and taped to the inside of the pickup window at Al-Basha. It didn't have prices, just items, handwritten in black marker. Above it, a neon sign buzzed: TAKE OUT ONLY. NO DINING. NO DELIVERY. NO EXCEPTIONS.

He stepped aside. Through the fogged glass, he could just make out the old man—Al-Basha himself—turning skewers over charcoal. No words. No smile. Just the hiss of fat dripping into fire, the thud of a cleaver, the shake of spices from a tin labeled only in Arabic.

"Forks are for people who don't know how to use pita. You'll figure it out."