[New Taipei, 10/4/24]
Just now I wrote, “A Philly cheesesteak in Delaware is already suspect.” The best cheesesteak I’ve ever had was in Beirut, however, at Roadster Diner. Though hardly kosher, it had better steak, cheese and, most importantly, bread. Roadster’s slogan is “Share the Love.” Preaching love, Americans bombard metallic hatred that shreds flesh. Jews, too, as they laugh. Those righteous hypocrites are united by their gleeful love for genocides. Though destroyed by Jews and whites, Lebanese have never hated the West, just Israel.
Lebanese just want Jews to stop wrecking their lives. Consider the Maghen Abraham Synagogue in downtown Beirut. Built in 1925, it was destroyed by Israeli bombs in 1982, then rebuilt and kept unmolested until now. In Cairo, too, abandoned synagogues are protected. Jews are the ones destroying other people’s houses of worship. In southern Lebanon, Christian villages with their churches thrive under Hezbollah. My driver, Ali, and I had to go there often to get beer. Though Muslim, Ali claimed to never drink water. His son was in Hezbollah.
Roadster’s walls were jammed with loving references to the USA, “Harley Davidson” in neon, “ROUTE US 66,” “INTERSTATE 294,” “RESERVED PARKING FOR THE WORLD’S BEST MOM,” etc. Framed by a jukebox and a colorful statue of a buxom blonde waitress, there’s “TOGETHER FOREVER” lit like a theater marquee. There were likenesses of Louis Armstrong, Marilyn Monroe and Dan Aykroyd. A red Chevy Bel Air with a wholesome greaser hovered over one booth. It’s an Americana museum. I should have returned for its Tex-Mex steak taco.