Skybar- check. Baalbeck- check. Downtown - check. Zaatar w Zeit at 8am - check. That's what you read in New York Times, what your Lebanese friends begged you not to miss out on. And you had the time of your life, of course you did no one knows how to party like the Beirutis do.
If you are looking for a more unique and authentic experience continue reading.
- Eat at falafel sahyoun. For 3 usd you will have the best falafel of your life, or the first best falafel of your life
- Take a walk in Dahiyeh to check out the Hezbollah neighborhood nothing will happen to you don't believe the state department
- Get an invite to your lebanese friend grand ma for lunch on a Sunday: a true culinary fiesta. I could send you to my grand-ma if you have no lebanese friends but you might have to deal with my not so peace-loving grand father
- Have an Almaza (Lebanese beer) or two at a hole in the wall in Hamra where Communism is not dead. And have dinner at the yummy gay restaurant bar bardo
- Go to Cassino (a cheesy tacky night club) at 4 am before B018 for some silicon valleys treat and Lebanese men totally crushing it with their champagne bottles, gelled hair and hairy chest. Don't miss the live arabic show of course
- Swim in Sour south of Lebanon close to Israel but not that close. Beaches are decent (Beirut has no decent beaches) and people are real, fish is delicious too
- Go to the best yoga class in Gemmayzeh. Held in a french "colonial" apartment, it is by far one of my favorite yoga spots and I live in NorCal
- The Palestinian camps: us Lebanese have trouble accessing. I spent some time there and you will make the kids day if you visit offer them candies and talk to them. Maybe not a jolliest tourist adventure given the misery and depravation, but something to talk or blog about when back home.
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