Last week the Mongolian and I went faraway to the far flung city of Parramatta for a Lebanese dinner at El-Phoenician. Funny how small this world is, through our extended relationships we know two people who work here.
One of my friends recommended I get dips with fried bread, tabouli, rocket salad, chicken and lamb skewers and chicken wings; while the Mongolian’s link to the restaurant recommended the mixed platter. We ended up ordering the latter because it had everything my friend liked anyway.
The food came really quickly…
Totally stuffed, around 9pm, the much anticipated belly dancing performance started. There were three dancers, including a male dancer (surprise surprise) who had super sexy moves and a great smile. I loved how they weren’t just performing for us but got the audience involved in every song.
The sexy male dancer skips over to our end, twirling a golden staff, I take a few photos of him and am about to start filming when he stops turning and faces me with a stern face and arms crossed. I thought I committed some performance copyright violation, but no, he just wants me to dance with him.
The Mongolian was extremely amused to say the least.
The dinner slightly digested from dancing and laughing, the Mongolian can’t help but order dessert.
The service was also fantastic, everyone was really friendly. When I was paying the bill, the lady starts chatting to me, and the Mongolian thought I knew her purely from the way she spoke to me.
Definitely will be researching on belly dancing classes and be back to impress that sexy dancer.