Come savor a delightful meal at Basha. You can get there by public transit and bicycle. They are in a vibrant surrounding acknowledged for its nightlife and its character and its green spaces.
Just ordered a shish taouk sandwich in the middle of the lunch rush, and was served the most withered, dried up, fossilized pieces of overcooked chicken you could imagine. It should have been thrown in the trash, not served to customers. Between that and the bland hummus, the sandwich tasted like old shoes and sadness. Shame on you, Bashas! I am Lebanese, and this thing you served is an insult to everything wonderful about Lebanese food.
