Loris Restaurant
Company address
Location:
Libano, Beirut , Pasteur street, Beirut,
Service types
Cibo e bevande
Panificio e dessert
Stili di cucina
Ristorazione
Servizio di consegna di alimenti
Tipi di pasto
Panificio
Pasticceria
Negozio di ciambelle
Gelato
Pasticceria
Cucina fusion
Alta cucina
Cucina Vegana
Cucina vegetariana
Bevande alcoliche servite
Brasserie e Bistrot
Buffet
Caffè
Caffetteria
Carvery
Cena informale
Guida attraverso
Etnico
Famiglia
Alimentazione veloce
Pranzo raffinato
Autocarro per alimenti
Lounge
Shisha
Servizio di trasporto
Pasti personalizzati (piano dietetico)
Consegna di alimenti per diabetici
Consegna di generi alimentari
Consegna a domicilio di alimenti
Alimenti biologici
Dolce
Tè del pomeriggio
Cena tutto il giorno
Prima colazione
Colazione
Cena
Pranzo
Corte del Cibo
Panini
Menu per Bambini
Torte
Pasticceria
Biscotti e Prodotti da Forno
Cupcake
Torte senza uova
Dolci biologici
Dessert vegano
Torta personalizzata
Dessertto di gelato
Caffè Cold Brew, alla Spina e Caffè Freddo
Rinfreschi e Bevande Analcoliche
Caffetterie
About company
Lebanese restaurant offering an exhaustive menu of traditional recipes with a twist, in a feel-good atmosphere brought alive by remixed Lebanese classics.
The last time Loris was seen strolling down the neighborhoods and alleyways of her native Pasteur street, Beirut was boiling with an unprecedented cultural and artistic Renaissance.
It was the early 70s, and Loris, the unique daughter of a prominent textile merchant, was in the heart of it all: the gala dinners, the concert halls and the long Riviera tanning days.
Soon after the city plunges into the buss of war, Loris sealed her yellow louvers, locked her front garden gate, and vanished without a trace.
Years turned into decades; Loris's childhood friends and many young suitors became grandparents. Gazing at the lifeless garden of her old house, their wrinkled eyes light up as they remember her radiant smile, her perfect French accent, and, above all, her unmatched cooking skills.
Some say that she married a wealthy furniture trader and moved with him to Africa, others that she enrolled in a French sorority that shelters and cooks meals for the poor.
It is therefore needless to describe their utter disbelief when, on a breezy winter day of 2015, they woke up to find her unclaimed ghost house bustling with life again: Fresh paint is drying on its walls and columns, tables and chairs have been laid out in the garden, and standing there, at the front door, as a radiant as ever, her smile barely tamed by the years, a whimsical Loris waves and calls at them: “Ahla W Sahla. Tfadallo!” 