Don’t miss to have a glass of fresh fruit juice from a juice shop located near the subway entrance of Souk Al Alawi, where you could get juice from almost all fruits in the world. I went through the list of fruits and at last settled for a normal orange juice, not willing to take any risk. The Al Alawi Moroccan restaurant located neat the Biet Nasssif building is housed in an aesthetically restored building creating a mystical medieval environment for diners wishing to taste traditional Moroccan and African cuisine. There are many "Boofia's", or small cafeterias serving tea, coffee, sandwiches and also "Sherwma", a popular takeaway made with chicken pieces, onion and French fries rolled in traditional Arabian bread, "Qubuz", laced with mayonnaise and tomato ketchup. The sight of chicken pieces stacked together in a rotating center rod forming a conical shape and heated by an electric heater, with chef's cutting pieces of the chicken to give you a crispy, tasty and a mouthwatering Sherwma is a must for all travelers in any Middle-East countries.
Any one interested in culinary should visit the market place to just see the variety of food available there, starting from hawkers selling home made sweets and eateries in various shapes and colors from African, Syria, Misr and also Persian countries. An white colored Arabian sweet called "Halawa" is good to eat, but even though I generally like to eat sweets, I could not eat a full packet as it was so sweet too my comfort. As I walked round and round cutting through the by lanes of the market suddenly I found myself in a dead end with a open space in which elderly Arabs were sitting around and having their "Quawa" and smoking their traditional "Shesha", a jar like pot containing water through which charcoal heated tobacco smoke is inhaled through long winding hose. This is also called as "Mishal", which is a bigger one than the Shesha. The smoking hose is passed on to the next person in the circle and it goes on and on until the discussion is over or the tobacco is exhausted. Seeing me looking for a way to return, they invited me to join them, and even though I was interested to have a go at the smoking, I refused politely and returned back. Their next topic of their discussion, I imagined, would be about the tourist with a backpack and a camera in hand.