The strawberry aroma filled the entrance area as we stepped in. It encouraged my feet to move straight forward and not backwards. Seeing them lined up on a table attracted my attention immediately. It’s easy for an Iraqi to distinguish if they were good or not. My eyes examined the place as usual but these two black, glasses-covered eyes were trying to see if everything seemed perfect! “Yes,” I okayed my friends. These are the Hookas we want!
It was Friday night, a freezing, 20 Fahrenheit icy night which came after I had a long, boring, nine to five day at work. “We are going to a Hookah Bar in
I was excited to go but I was also invited by my other friends to a party in a bar in Philly. Eventually, Adam convinced me to go with them as I am Iraqi who is used to smoke Hookah since I was in
The Hookah Bar was called “Mokas”, a Mexican restaurant and bar at the same time. I was really surprised when I heard that Mexicans make Hookahs. I grew curious to see how they were going to make it.
With a beautiful smile, a hot tan Mexican waitress welcomed us and gave us the menus. We were starving, so we ordered dinner first. Of course, I ordered Chicken Tacos, one of my favorite Mexican food. Craig and I had the same thing while Craig’s girlfriend, Steve and Adam had cheese quesadilla. Carrying the drinks, the waitress made me feel I am inside one of these Mexican TV shows which are broadcasted everywhere, including
We asked our Mexican waitress to bring us the Hookah menus! Cool, all kinds of flavors, I said as she brought them. We ordered the strawberry and the orange flavors. We were sitting on a leather couch enjoying our drinks when she came carrying the two heavy hookahs. Watching like this was such a weird thing. It’s only men in
Oh Oh! No smoke, Adam said as he took a breath. I laughed out loud and told him I would take care of it. I first had a long breath but there was nothing as well. “Bad,” I said. “They don’t know how to make them here! I examined the tobacco and the aluminum cover. Naaaah, unprofessional! Using the charcoal metal holder, I fixed everything in the two hookahs. I blew at the charcoals and made them as red as red apples and put them on top of the aluminum covered honey-mixed tobacco. I took a breath once, twice, yeaaaaaaaaah! There you go! I looked around and found how the other customers gazing at me. I could tell what they wanted to ask me! Thank Goodness no one did!
Clouds of flavored smoke covered the five of us as we smoked, drank, joked and chatted. An hour, two, three passed and we never felt bored.
