Not everyone in Qatar drives a Land Cruiser...

Our five year adventure in Doha, Qatar ended June 1, 2012, but the memories will always remain. It's back to Texas where I have decided...Qatar isn't cornering the market on "quirky", as I once believed. Thanks for opening my eyes to the world, Doha!
Mini food review...
with a gal pal and a blog post to top it off!" Yeah well, not so much, as I was too engrossed in our rapid fire conversation to really soak in the nuances of the food before me. Mindless eating. We have been warned of such atrocities. I do however, remember liking the mozzarella smothered chicken. It was very tame with no Arabic spices screaming at me. Four years later and some of those flavors still don't jive with my buds. The carrot caraway soup
was pretty good, I guess, if you like that sort bland flavor. Tomato basil would have been my ultimate choice, but it didn't happen to be an offering on the lunch set menu. For dessert, I got some kind of mascarpone cheese tart thingamabob and subbed good old standard vanilla in lieu of the Turkish
coffee ice cream mentioned in the description. I was in play it safe mode. I'll give you my dad's canned answer when asked to judge the dessert. "It had sugar in it, didn't it?" Bottom line: I'll be back.
Three times is a charm. That's how our third run to the newly opened Rogers Diner in Doha worked out for us. We tried to squeeze in Thursday night and then on Friday afternoon, but business was booming. One last attempt on Saturday and we sashayed on in. We were seated at a table for two, or make that one and a half. If we had been plus sized, we would have been SOL. We were understandably "bumped" a few times while awaiting our food with the tables being too crowded in the area we were seated. The noise level was pretty loud with the espresso machine running every few minutes and the ever screaming baby in the corner didn't help matters. Other than that, the decor was bright, open and airy, with the chrome 50's diner feel. Oh and there was a pretty cool vintage aviation theme going on. The moment I saw a booth vacate, I requested to be moved. The staff did so most
obligingly not making me feel at all guilty for my request...almost like, "what took you so long to ask?". Seated at our new table it was an instant transformation. Much more relaxing, so much so that I forgot about the noise level and the big lunged baby. Bring on the food. The menu was a fair sampling of appetizers, burgers, pastas, fajitas, and steaks. The Tex Mex burger and Texas Chili that we decided on (do you spot a theme here?) arrived looking mighty delish, but the taste is in the test. They both passed with flying colors, but I do have to note that when scooping the chili with my chips, there seemed to be an abundance of grease. That sounds pretty disgusting, but the chili had great flavor and I didn't note the grease while actually eating it. So, if appearance bothers you, just close your eyes and savor the flavor. They had some good looking desserts, but we had to opt out in case we get stuck at the one and a half persons table next time. Ciao!


The character below didn't seem to want to wait his turn. He came whizzing by all the stopped traffic waiting their turn and proceeded to go over the curb and jumped out in front of the lead car as soon as the light turned green.
After tweeting the incident, there was talk on twitter about starting a "name and shame" blog to out all the traffic perpetrators. I'm not so sure we could keep up with the incessant infractions, though. It would definitely be a full time job. Oops, I accidentally got jerkface's license plate number. Maybe this can be the first in the installment. Gee, I hope no one harasses the poor guy *wink*wink*.
What would the term be? "Happy Anniversary"? Hardly so. I honestly had zero intention of bringing up "the day" ten years later. There was not a bone in my body that wanted to discuss any emotions brought forward from the past. I was happy with it being just that, the past. It's hard to ignore, though, when it is all television, Internet news, facebook, and twitter have to offer is remembrances of that dreadful day. One would have to be a complete social misfit to avoid it, but that's exactly what I had intentionally done until this morning when I dare clicked on a local expat's link to her blog titled, Ten Years On. My curiosity overcame my need to stay in my bubble as I knew the author wasn't an American. What could she have possibly felt from a far off land to put the crumbling chaos of my country in perspective? Surprisingly (or actually comfortingly), feelings that weren't so far off from my own. She experienced the same need to cry, same need to be held, and that same need to feel for those that were beyond help. Reading her words, tears streaming, I was sucked back into that surreal day that I so wanted to leave behind. Hindsight, maybe it's not meant to be forgotten. Maybe I need a reminder of no matter what bubble I may live in, someone out there is experiencing their own 9/11.
