Hungry after handling all that “cheese”, we head to lunch atDamascus Gate. It’s a restaurant run by Syrian refugees. It wasn’t very busy (it was 2: 30), but was quite good. Oddly, there was a guy working in the back wearing a T-shirt from Lufkin, TX (Lufkin Pirates Football).
Travis has a Kefta sandwich, while Doug has Chicken. Travis’ comes with something spicy that looks like salsa so it almost ends up looking like a burrito.
After lunch, we considered buying some mattresses next door as the deals seemed too good to pass up.
They come in plastic, how could they be a bad deal?