Words Like Water

Thursday, April 4th, 2019 03:49 pm
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I speak with words like water
A babble-brook of sound
Rivers may roar and so I
Cry with white rapid speech

I speak with words like water
Damned and dammed behind
The lock of lips tied by anger
A dike sealed by fable fingers

I speak with words like water
Rusty tap ekes out a measure
Falling on parched hearts
Too little, too late to start

I speak with words like water
A geyser, a fount, a great cascade
The diluvian torrent of ideas
Wrenched free by ageless pressures

I speak with words like water
Seeking the path of least resistance
Seeping through imperfect foundations
Changing through stubborn flow
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So I love Middle Eastern food.  Like... an embarrassing amount.  It's consistently okay for me to eat, even on days when my sensory inputs are spamming the Do Not Want buttons, and there's a nice range of mild/savory/spicy to choose from.  However, due to that exact thing, I often end up at a Middle Eastern restaurant unable to order.  The menu is hard to hold as my hands try to escape my body, the words slide away from me as I try to talk, and I never know if the dish will be heavily garnished with my one and only food allergy, parsley.  (Yes, I am aware of the irony that I adore Mediterranean/Middle Eastern food, and cannot eat tabbouleh, but it is Tasty Death Salad for me.)


Problem: It's hard to order when my neuro-divergence gets strong.


Solution: Visual menus.


Enter, the Marble Top Cafe  and it's delightful manager, a friendly man named Osama who resembles a Middle Eastern Uncle Iroh.  They have a visual menu on their counter formed of photos of the dishes they make, as they make them.  It's not prop-photos, those dolled up, too-perfect meals made of inedible things (falafel isn't pretty, it's not supposed to be, it's supposed to be tasty) but actual pictures of food, laid out with labels.  I was able to order by pointing, and I deftly avoided anything that came with large doses of parsley.


The service is great, in addition to the visual menu being easier to work with, Osama took my order of lemonade and brought out a glass of REAL lemonade, like with actual lemons, not a concentrate or powder.  I can't recall the last time I had lemonade at a restaurant and it was sour enough, but this stuff was good.  We happened to arrive in between lunch and dinner, so after we ate, Mom and I had a lovely time talking with Osama about everything from politics to the differences in sodas here versus in the Middle East.  And it turns out the visual menu I loved so much is a reverse curb cutter effect, they installed it for use by Saudi-American customers who like to know how much rice they'll get with their meal.  Which goes to show diversity helps everyone, not just the people who benefit on the front end.  (In other news, water is wet, and air remains good for you.)


So the next time you want to get good Mediterranean, Greek and Middle Eastern food in the Kansas City area, look them up.  Help support accessible restaurants, and get some great food too!



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