Mustafa!

Pita House is a GREAT neighborhood restaurant right around the corner from us. It's so great that we have dinner delivered at least once a week, we always have one night of Pita House when guests visit, and occasionally we subject other Old Town diners to the James & Molly show when we eat there.

Here's Molly making herself right at home:

Mustafa (!) is the General Manager/part owner/something or another, but he's also the guy that's been delivering our food for well over a year. As you can imagine, he and James are BEST FRIENDS. Mustafa (!) always requires an exclamation point because whenever we see him, there's a lot of joyful shouting and hugging and hand shaking. Mustafa (!) has even stopped his car in the middle of the street to say "hi" to us. When we see him on foot, James always runs up and gives him a huge hug and says, "Mustafa! You smell funny!"

Yep, that's right - winning friends all across the land. Really, Mustafa (!) smells AMAZING. He smells like marinated chicken and hummus and Sambousick cheese. Mustafa (!) is lucky that Brian and I don't lick him when we see him.

Anyhoo, that's probably enough delicious background. Here are some pics of the night we ate there and Mustafa (!) took James on a tour of the kitchen.

BFFs

One of the chefs (who obviously doesn't have kids) gave James some giant tongs. Please note Mustafa's (!) very secure grip on James' hand [Mustafa (!) does have kids].