We each got an enormous helping of golden rice with peas, carrots, and a half chicken on top; plus another plate with lamb that the three of us shared. Everything was delicious and I was beginning to feel that the long drive might have actually been worth it. The rice was flavored with turmeric, cardamom, and other spices; and whatever they put on the chicken was dang good. For my beverage, I picked out a non-alcoholic "malt drink" that looked like a bottle of beer with the label in Arabic. Hamid, the older clerk, as well as an older man who had just entered the store, kept trying to tell me to put the drink back thinking I wanted a beer and that I hadn't noticed the words "non-alcoholic" on the label. Maybe I should have listened to them, because as I was expecting something similar to the malt drinks popular in Cuba, what I got was something that tasted like a non alcoholic beer. And beer is something I've never much liked the taste of, alcoholic or not.