Having missed our Iranian food Klara and I decided to venture into the Lisbon night in search of an Iranian restaurant everyone had been speaking about - The 1001 Nights, whose name seemed perfect for our "night dreaming" adventure. And what an adventure it was because due to wrong directions we were provided we ended up walking for hours on end looking for something we had been dying for and didn't seem to find. We stopped at a bakery's to have some tea and use the GPS to locate it.
The overall atmosphere was rather simple with just a few photos hanging on the walls, some sparse minakari and caligraphy cards and printed table cloths. The Iranian music being played set the scenario and once they brought the food we felt like being at "home" in Iran.
Memories surfaced with unstopable sequencing ... mingled with the soft voice of the Iranian servant and the smell of the tasty food. We spent hours talking about potential trips to Iran in the future and by the time we left had already determined we would come back sometime (soon).
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