"Iran Again" says dad.

Dear Journal,
Today we went to a persain carpet place called Pak Persia. We went in and the owner let us sit in his mini like, kitchen/office. It had everything; a mini fridge, plus on top of it was a water cooler. We had tea and cookies and talked. My mom had met this guy who owned the place a couple of weeks... actually now that i think of it, I think it was last week she came, and met him.


After 20 minutes (felt like a hour), we went with Jack to a PERSIAN restaurant, but it took us about 20 minutes to get there even know it was right across the street. We went down the street and found out that that was too far down. Then we went up the lane and figured out that that was too far, too. So, we went back and looked VERY carefuly. We found it and noticed that it was right arcoss the street from pearl city (where Pak Persia is).


Were walking down the lane where all the restaraunts were and my dad said, "Do you see it? Do you see it?" We all looked up and saw a sign that said, "SHIRAZ". With a ZZZZZZ.... Z. We went in and asked to sit. we took a menu and looked.... and looked... and looked... and saw all the PERSIAN foods that my dad likes. We ordered and asked to speak with the owner/chef. He came out and said hi. My dad talked and talked with the guy. It felt like forever. But finally we got our food after the chef went back to the kitchen, which everybody could see through the glass window-ish thing.

Foods here!!
YUM!!
Gotta eat!
My PERSIAN food is here!
BYE!
Goldie D.