Souk el akel, more like souk el heaven

Apr 20, 2016
2 min read

What do you do when the bestfriend is in town? You Netflix and eat.

When I say eat I mean stuffing our bellies until our pants pop and we've entered a state of sugar rush or in our cases sugar crash. And what better way to achieve that than at a food market. Enters souk el akel, translation from arabic to english: food market, literal translation: market of food, doesnt sound that good.

I had heard about souk el akel for a while now but somehow didn't get a chance to go there earlier. I'm lying, that's because my lazy ass was too lazy to move itself from bed and from watching Empire. But when I finally managed to go, I was in food heaven.

The weekend I went, Souk el akel was set at souk el zouk, a souk where I would go to when I was younger. I used to love it there because I would always get henna. For those of you who don't know: I'm obsessed with tattoos. Yes, I am obsessed with a lot of things, I have an obsessive personality only when it comes to food though, let's just hope it doesn't end up being an obsession to drugs or feet, god forbid.

Enough talking, let's get to the food.

I love food markets but I also hate food markets. Hear me out. How the hell am I meant to choose between a burger, a quesadilla, a shawarma, a hot dog, more burgers etc. the struggle is real, too real. Luckily enough, the decision was made easy as soon as I saw the sushi burrito sign. The sushi burrito has been everywhere on my instagram feed, I mean that thing is more photogenic than Angelina Jolie, look at it! And it tastes as good as it looks, even better I might say. It's better than eating 12 pieces of sushi all together, actually it's like stuffing 12 pieces of sushi all at once in your big fat mouth. Point is: it's freaking amazing.

And because my fat indecisive ass wasn't satisfied with only half a burrito, I then got quesadillas. How do I explain it? Quesadillas are like a book: they can be ugly from the outside but the inside is magnificent, the story is so compelling you can't put it down. Let's be honest here, quesadillas are so "meh" from the outside: it's a folded white tortilla but the inside... Folks, that melted cheese, that fat layer of melted cheese, I mean it is orgasmic. I am also obsessed with cheese, within good reason though plus it has been shown to be as addictive as coke so it's not just me. Back to the quesadillas, the morale of the story here is: don't judge a book by its cover.

So there you go, this is what I had the pleasure to put in my belly. As for the rest - that I unfortunately didn't have the pleasure to put in my belly - there were cinnamon rolls, crepe cakes, sausages, rolled ice cream, roasted mutton, and much more. You should understand the struggle by now.