Adventure & Dinner in La Goulette

We had an errand to run, we had to deliver a phone charger to Wafa’s sister and brother-in-law.  They were in La Goulette, the port of Tunis.

The traffic was awful but Wafa’s friend had joined us and us three like-minded women sat in the air-conditioned car talking and getting to know one another.  This particular friend of hers has worked for the UN and the World Economic Forum, she speaks maybe 4 languages more than fluently and is well-versed in the literature of all of the languages; in fact, yesterday when we were seated at a cafe having hookah, she cited a Tennessee Williams quote that several of the Americans sitting at the table had never even heard.

So eventually we made it to a parking space, parking half on the sidewalk—Tunisian style, Wafa said laughing—and we started walking in the direction her sister and brother-in-law were.  You see, they had sent us their location on the phone before it died so we were guestimating within two blocks where they could be, as of an hour ago.  Rule #1 of meeting others, if they’re late, stay put!

We walked, peering over people’s heads in search of our young couple.  When we had roamed the street for maybe 5-10 minutes we decided a new strategy, asking the waiters at each establishment if they had seated or served or seen a couple, a girl with really short black hair and an American man with her.  No.  No.  No, but try next door.

We kept going, stopping at each establishment to speak to the host and the waiters who were working.  We stopped at one place that was internal, that is, not on the water side of the street and we asked the waiter the same question “have you seen a young couple, a girl with short black hair and an American man that is much taller than her?”

“Yes! They just went up those steps!”

So we climbed up those steps and found them eating a sandwich, charging their phone behind the counter, and waiting for us.  Success!  We gave them the portable charger, chatted for a little bit and went on our way.   Now we could eat dinner.

We decided to go to a traditional Tunisian restaurant, Le Cafe Vert.  I will let the photos speak for themselves.  Tunisia has a large coastline (on the Mediterranean) so the cuisine is rife with seafood dishes.

Le Cafe Vert in La Goulette
The bar at Cafe Vert
Tunisian “brik” — a thin pastry dough filled with egg, cheese, and meat (comes in many varieties, that was what this particular one was filled with). And no, that is not a bite I took from it, it came that way.
Salads, a tomato salad and a Tunisian salad, both with tuna
3ijja (an egg dish with small meat sausages and harissa–a North African pepper paste)
Some of our spread, grilled fish, warm salad, grilled octopus, mussels, and a couple salads, that is what is pictured! There was plenty more consumed.
Three machmooms, one for each of us, this is one of my favorite things here in Tunisia. It’s such a delicate act, arranging and wrapping small flowers around with red string.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *