Sufra means tablecloth. When we find our seat in an ultra-cramped makeshift room, we notice that the tablecloth is dirty. That should have been our first clue.

But we were stupider than that. First things first: Sufra is not equipped to deal with sit-down patrons. The waiter forgot that we were sitting there. Then, he goofed up our order. And also, didn’t bother with cleaning the remaining tables around us. There was also a bee buzzing around, causing the patrons on the other table to scamper.