Our story
A tarweeda is a song you hide a message in.
In the old Levant, women sang tarweed at weddings and across prison walls, folding extra syllables into the words so only their own people could understand them. The message survived because it traveled inside something beautiful.
That is how we think about food. Every recipe here carries a message from a grandmother's kitchen in Nablus, Aleppo or Beirut, retold in a Dubai warehouse with charcoal, sumac and very good olive oil. Chef Lina Atallah keeps the words. The melody is hers.
“Recipes are messages. We just carry them.”
44
seats around the open kitchen
70+
dishes ground, rolled or grilled to order
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single-grove olive oil, pressed each October