An old fan on the high ceiling of an Irani café rattles and whirs. “How’s that lady we met. She runs a food website, doesn’t she?” Slurrp… A sip of stewed dark brown tea from a saucer. “The one who…
An old fan on the high ceiling of an Irani café rattles and whirs. “How’s that lady we met. She runs a food website, doesn’t she?” Slurrp… A sip of stewed dark brown tea from a saucer. “The one who…
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