Bliss House will always have a special place in our hearts (and stomach) thanks to that fateful early morning in May 2002. It was our very first night out in Beirut and one of the kids from AUB we were partying promised to take us out for some 'real Lebanese food' on the way home. This of course ended with his SUV triple parked in front of Bliss House and him ordering a half dozen Philly Cheese Steaks. The ridiculousness of this, especially coming at the end of an insane night, is something you apparently never forget. We'd like to assume that the greasy concoctions they serve up here would still taste as good without the nostalgia attached, but sadly we'll never know.
