Oman has always been my second home. My father has been working here for almost 25 years as a civil engineer in a pretty cool international construction company, and he has brought me there many times since I was a baby. Usually, we don’t remember much about our childhood – snippets, maybe, of little things here and there, but concrete, solid memories? That’s rare. I know that I’ve been to Oman more times than I could possibly count, but my memories of the place when I was very, very young are hazy at best. However, there has been one thing that always, always stood out to me, one thing that I knew for certain then and know for certain until now, and it’s the fact that since I was a wee one, Omar Al Khayyam has always been my favorite restaurant. I know it is because every time my parents would ask me, “Where do you want to eat?” I would automatically answer without thinking, “Omar Al Khayyam!”
I remember always ordering corn and chicken soup, and I remember savouring each and every spoonful. I remember taking small pieces of their butter naan and eating it with their tasty mixed noodles. I remember the friendly smiles of the waiters who hail from India, who serve the food with grace and eagerness, almost excited for us to taste the Arabic, Indian, and Chinese dishes they have been known for since 1973.
I’ve been here many times since then. I’ve always ordered the same food, even though they have other cuisines and dishes up their sleeves. I guess when you love particular meals so much since you were a kid, it’s hard to let them go and pass up another chance to eat them again. And since I had my camera with me yesterday, I’d like to share with you the magic of this place!