I’m a grade-A eater. Or at least I thought I was until Lebanon proved me wrong. Every time we sit down to eat there’s endless amounts of food and my plate is refilled before I can even finish a forkful. So it should come to no surprise that late night eating is a pastime of sorts. After a night of clubbing — haven’t done that in years, but hey, when in Rome — we were hit up the famous late-night eatery, Al Falamanki, in downtown Beirut. Here our gracious hostesses explain all the different kinds of man’ousheh they ordered. Mind you we were just 4 girls and note that the hummus, olives, pickles, and bread had yet to arrive.