Mimi's Hummus

Donning a western shirt and brown cowboy boots, the freshly shaved man struggled up four flights of stairs carrying two over packed suitcases.  Amy trudged behind him with heavy bags as well.  They were feeling exhausted and hungry.  

Kirby, their landlord, looked differently than he did on the webcam a month prior.  He appeared more built and athletic than his face seemed over the computer.  He also had to schlep some of the couples belongings up the stairs.  

It seemed they made a classic mistake of packing too much for their stay in New York.  Maybe not though.  After the heavy lifting, the young man, his girlfriend, and their landlord left the apartment and headed for Courtelyou Rd for some well earned nourishment.  Kirby and the man discussed Canadian television on their way to the row of restaurants and cafes.  Pointing out some of his favorites, Kirby gave the couple a brief but informative map of the neighborhood.  He had to run off to his wife.

They were alone to figure it out now.  Amy and the man were faced with the ultimate decision of where to enjoy their first meal in NYC.  After some deliberation and walking, the two decided to try Mimi's Hummus.  The restaurant was small but smartly decorated.  The cuisine was nouveau Middle Eastern.  Amy ordered the tappas hummus, and he got the special, a chicken meatball dish served with tabouli.  One word came to his mind over and over again, "YUM!"

"Where to next?" he pondered.