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Broadway, Hedjaz street. I had already eaten there and had
made the acquaintance of the proprietor by going into his
kitchen and congratulating him on its tidiness. I went there
again for supper hoping to find the Iraqi beauty. But all I saw
were male customers, and an old woman, obviously a visitor,
dining with an old man. I went back into the kitchen.
"Ahlen wa sahlen," the proprietor said. The right pupil of
his W